Mother,
The epitome of love.

A star made of combustion
Of crimson and wild blue.
Her smile like a cresent
shining bright
from an afar Galaxy.

Mother,
Vibrant as sun rays,
And soft like the moonlight.
Tremendous as lightning,
enlightning the dark sky
with a spark.

Mother,
The paintbrush
that paints vibrancy
on the dullest of days.

Mother,
A soul that burns with ferocity,
Whos hands are always busy
scrubbing, moulding, cooking
But her touch always caressing with love.

Mother,
Who's voice can be the ocean
Calming and soothing
Or as loud as the seas
Roaring and crashing in a storm
bursting away personal confinement.

But she rows
Even through the sea of troubles.
Nothing is too heavy
She marches on.

Mother,
Who sacrifices and compromises
To deepen skies
and hand stars to hold.

Mother,
Who's love I cannot comprehend and stomach
For she grows flowers from pain,
Inhaling O2
And Exhaling O3
Transfiguring weeds into garden for us to play.

She is the incarnation of love.

Under the shining little lights glued upon the dark sky I rest my soul through the relaxing sand wrapping me up. While the blinding full moon is hearing me silently, enlightning me from within. The dancing cold waves are kissing my bare feet, reaching the hem of my dress. The relief reached my soul as the howling wind surrounds and hovers around me and through my ear it whispers "you are free"

Reflections with pain staking recollections
Watch your old self with memories of where youve been
How far youve come and whats left to be seen
A feeling of emptiness thats getting too deep
Why look to the past when we try to live in the present
Because the future is too foregone for us to reference
Every mistake we made a reminder to forget
And every forgotten mistake one waiting for redemption
That never arrives
If you shone a light in the darkest room
Would you be enlightning or just a nuisance
Disrupting the current order is something only the brave do
And maybe the foolish too
Cause death is all they brew
What do we have to lose but our lives
And why is yours so valuable when theres 7 billion others on the line
Maybe cause we have only one as opposed to 9
But if we live it in vain then we're better off dying
And if we live it too proudly then it changes before our eyes
Family turns to strangers and friends to foes
And true solace only comes when youre alone
For you hate other people and all that they represent
That one cant be  strong in their own presence
That one cant surive without someone to rely on
That one cant stand out and be profound
But only one person can ever wear the crown

Fragile sounds in darkness,
the night is veiled by warmth and
dampness. The outside feels as
two drenchy, thirst-quenchy thighs
touching
eachother, falling in love,
rubbing
eachother, for an eternity within twenty minutes.

As fragile voices sang about loneliness,
I felt a little less
alone. Yet,
scared of the unknown,
I dreaded going on. (But) everything was so
welcoming, so inviting, interesting, enlightning, and frightening.

I dreaded going on


(but) I did.