Was it the ability to put words on lines?
Was it the ability to perceive the worlds **** clearly?
Was it the ability to rhyme?
What made us poets?
What made us the dying breed
Of well recognized literary professionals?
What the hell happened to the days of comedy
Perhaps a simple tragedy?
It seems love has grasped out hands
Forced us to write cliches
Not looking at the bigger picture

Nobody knows what made us poets

We weren't born this way
I'm nothing like Lady Gaga
What happened to us
That made us put pen or pencil to paper
And pour our emotions out
Trusting the world with our deepest secrets
Allowing them to peek behind closed doors
Allowing them a first hand look
At the scars that paper cuts gave us
What made us poets?
What made us all so insane
We are no longer classified as insane
But completely ******
For abilities almost unnatural

The scales smile,
I feel sick and want to cry,
I want to be thin.

Sometimes I wonder
Am I oversensitive
Or are you plain mean.

Running away , running away
Running away , running away

Where am I running ..........?
To the place where there is no Pain

Where am I  running ..........?
To the road where there is no humps

Where am I running.......... ?
To the place where there is clear vision

Standing at the edge of a Cliff
thinking how to cross it !!!!!

Wild Animals , Floods , Thick Forest
Uncivilized people , Desert Land , Corrupted  Cities
Hard Manner , Selfish Nature ,
Troubled River , are there
Far across the Cliff
Can see a Child riding a White Horse
No Fear or Troubled heart What the Future will be ,
a Beautiful Rainbow , No pain in that land
T want to go there , I want to go there


                BUT

Suddenly a second thought is coming ,Realizing
What am I doing ...........?
Why am I running away ........?
Will this pessimist thinking help me .....?
If I go !!! Will this make  me happy forever ...?


Now I am thinking to go back
face the Challenges that comes across
I have the Potential , to change my thinking
To change the Place where I am
Just as beyond across the cliff


Will Sleep in peace now

I'm just a lonely girl
Living a lonely life
Trying to find the ways
To make it all right!

We are so intent on figuring out
what we are going to be
that we forget to focus on what we are
nothing can change in the future
if it doesn't change now.
And it's okay to have goals
but don't think of them as plans
think of them as a command, a calling
and start immediately
the first few steps are always the most difficult
it
will
be
difficult
that's right
but once you find your footing, the path will start to look more level
so when someone asks you where you want to be
in however many years
tell them what they want to hear
but know
that you're already on your way.

i am faulty
the toy that gets thrown out
during the factory checks
the one that gets put in the back row
i am a little bruised
(i will not lie to you)
(although i do not doubt
you can already tell)
a little broken
i am overemotional
i get so upset at the world sometimes
and begin to despise
everything that i am
sometimes.
.sometimes.
but i promise i will care for
you stronger and harder
than anyone has
before.
i promise to look at each
bruise you have on your body
and ask about it
and listen if you want to talk
and be okay if you don't want to

i will not ignore your broken pieces
i will not ignore your broken pieces