Have one bite.
No, maybe two or three
and let food tonight
be your only company.

What is so enchanting
about an accent?
From British, Australian
to the Southern Drawl,
I can't help but love them all!

We are all lonely in this world.
I think we just need someone
to walk by our side.
The catch is that that someone
needs to stay there.
**Forever.

Until that glimmer in my eye disappears,
I will be forever ensnared in your trap.

The streams of water
slowly slide down my forehead
and nose until they drop
onto your casket.

Why did you have to go so soon?

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

I shiver and sob
until the grief
has been dried,
then I wander home
dazed, numb and melancholic.

Splashing water on my bloodshot eyes,
I finally try to get some sleep.

Going back to the stress
and every single mess
that I have created in my life.

Dear everyone,
Happiness does not
come from a scale.

People that have it all think that
two halves make a whole
but I beg to differ.
I believe that
two haves make a hole.
Those that have it all
don't realize what they lack therefore
they have a hole.

What troubles you so?
I really should know.
Don't keep it in.
Give me a grin.
I'm here to hear.
There's nothing to fear.
All I want to do
is heal you.

An old man sits on a bench.
He says nothing.

I walk by.
I gaze into his eyes.
Now I know why he's silent.

I want to live somewhere
that wreaks of history.

One alone cannot hold up the world
but if we all use our strength together,
we can hold it up for generations to come.

I am driven to madness
by your charm.
Your face when you respond
to my text messages is priceless.
I miss those hugs where your
glorious smell permeated my body.
I don't feel anything wrong with this except

you don't feel the same.

Those words cut me deeper than
a rusty nail plunging into someone's foot.

My façade does not show
what nobody knows.

I am not submissive.
I don't give in
to peoples'
demands, wants, needs or commands.
Instead, I help.
I am courteous.

I am not pure.
I have made mistakes in my life.
I don't need to wear a turtleneck
to conceal my body, but
I practice modesty.

I am not quiet.
I have my own voice
therefore it is my duty to exercise
my right of free speech.
My voice makes a difference.
I speak up for the
downtrodden and the oppressed
the frustrated and distressed.

I am not perfect.
My legs are not skyscrapers
and my waist is not skeleton small
but by golly, I think that I have
the biggest heart of all.
Look into my eyes and see the true me.
A woman. Who else can I be?

I am fire.
The passion within me
sizzles and pops.
while I stay
calm and collected
on the outside.

I'm heated and feisty.
Nobody wins my arguments
except me.
Lava flows through my fingertips.

I am warm.
Hug me tender and long.
My heat is rejuvenating, my dear.
Just don't anger me.
Nobody likes a charred soul.

I have that indominable  **spirit.

I don't care if you're too old.
I don't care if we have opposing political views.
I don't care if you're religious and I'm not.
I don't care if you are dyslexic.
I don't care if you can't spell.
I don't care if you don't go to college.
I only care that you have a
beautiful heart.

I love you for that and many other positive things.

Mommy, I hurt.

Honey, I don't see any bruises...

It's my heart,** Mommy.

All I saw was
I like you and
Trust your own self.
I grinned.

I look down my depressing poem
in disgust
in abhorrence.

What was I thinking last night?
Of course I am loved.
Even if it's not in my daily life
at least it's on here.

I'll sing for you and
I'll sing for me.
I'll sing underneath every tree.
I'll sing in the darkness of an alley
and I'll sing in every crook, nook and valley.
If you don't like it, I won't be sad
because somewhere, someplace someone is glad
to hear my song
as I travel along
through lonely corridors
and bustling throngs.
Waiting to open up my mouth again,
I'll sing
I'll sing
I'll sing.

Every person I encounter
changes me.
Every person that I write
or have written to
guides me on my path to
who I'm supposed to be.

I can't stand the phrase,
"I'm fine." because
somewhere down the line
someone hurt you.

Fine is inadequate
to whatever you are feeling inside.
Default answers
bring up more questions
than *answers.

If not him,
then who?

If not here,
then where?

If not now,
then when?

My mind is buzzing with the impatience
of a hummingbird jumping from flower to flower.

*I need a new compass. Mine is broken.

As we climb great heights
we forget the grounds below.

Much like mountainclimbers,
people earning more money
than their friends tend to be
greedier, selfish, ignorant and egotistical.

CEOs, for example,
tend to forget those on foodstamps.
In fact, their salaries are 484 times that
of the average worker.
Helloooo 20 vacation homes!

Inequality is rising in this country
at an alarming rate.

The top 1% owns about 80%
of the wealth in our country.

What can I say?
Those few mountainclimbers
can't even look past their noses.

And I know that I should be careful,
That I should hold back,
But with you, I can't.

You spark the flame,
The forest fire of passion
In my heart.

The night is calm, yet something dark lingers. 
My mom is at home cooking vegetables when I hear the rat-a-tat of gunfire.
This is the new normal for us.
 
It never used to be this way.
We used to play in the streets without a care in the world.
Thunder cracked like bombs and now everyone I used to know is dead.

Now who can I run to?

My poor family was caught in the crossfire and flames and now I'm stuck
with the guilt.
I am wracked by sobs,
waves of sadness crashing over me like the Great Flood.
I get up and look for a new place to sleep.
I turn to look one last time blurry-eyed at the crumbled concrete walls that used to be my home.
My haven. 

Now where do I run to?