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 Poetry the sweet sounds of its words, the imagery, the rhyme, the rhythm, the poet itself all blends into harmony of the universe. Poetry is an art form on which opens the mind of the poet and reader with a strong connection to what is. I try to manipulate my reader into feeling what is and what I am drawing. If I accomplish this then my job is done and I move onto my next drawing of words. Each word I use must represent the what is, the how is and the objective of. To be the poet, one must be the poem to be able to connect with their readers, if one cannot be the poet nor the poem, then it’s not poetry. When I write or read poetry, I must be able to feel some type of explosion in my veins, like what I would imagine a bullet would feel like, then I know it’s good. When I don’t feel this explosion, then it must not be, at least not poetry. Poetry is all just a formation of art made from words that trickle down from the poet’s mind to create a masterpiece of emotions.


A Poet of Many Words
Frustration boils when pen and paper don't meet
Anger settles in the veins Darkness fills the soul
Why? Why? Why?
Do they not see I need just pen and paper to please me, nothing more
Just fancy words entwine my soul
Kneeling at the altar
Busting my world into pieces as the sweet sounds Of rhythm and rhyme
Oh hell, I am just a poet of many words! 

 She's Gone


“Depression, anxiety and pain
Has enslaved me
Depression is my hero
Anxiety is my enemy
And pain is my lover!”


Poetry written by a depressed poet facing life challenges.



Most of her is gone,

Broken and bruised...



Too scared to show her true colors to the world...



Most of her is done,

Playing games and hiding the flame...



Too intense to learn how to love someone in a crowd...



Most of her is unknown,

Secretly and walls to high...



To show affection to a world that won’t accept her



Most of her is gone,

Small part still alive….



Wanting to be loved by someone like you.





Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers
So, stop searching for them! 

Illusions of Love 

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers
So, stop searching for them! 



Kiss me in the rain, is what I said,

Hold me tight and never let me go,

Hug me as if you are hugging the moon,

Dance with me, as if you have never danced before,



Kiss me in the rain, is what I said,

Stand beside me, and hold my hand,

Dream with me, not without me,

Cherish the little moments, and forget the bad,

I know I am not perfect,

But I have the will to give,

All the love to you,

I just want somebody that is true and honest,

I want that love that will never die,

And never to turn cold on a hot summer night,



Kiss me in the rain, is what I said,

Wipe my tears away; tell me everything will be okay,

When I fall, be there to hold out your hand,

Or give me the wings I need to soar,

Give me the moon and the stars,

But always remember too,

Tell ME every day that you love me so.



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