There is no set Point at which it Begins,but it's Birth can be Sparked between Strangers or Friends.

1.

Nobody needs anyone
broken in the grit,
we just tell ourselves

cracked open,
like a

There just are some intricate pieces of my skin,
That bring me to loathe my flesh.
Some days I

I never understood the reasons behind my choices
Nor could I even hear the voices
They cast like

You would think of the approximation of time
Cause and effect, as wherein the purpose of life
And

I think what killed me the most
Was when you told me
In your own words
That my words meant

Your luscious lips scare me
They smear me with lies
Sweet melodies of tempting hisses
To your

Open eyes what do they see?
Do the eyes tell the truth,
Or only deceive,
Imparting false

I love you
Cause you let me spend my money
I live for you
Cause every time you're funny
I thank

What is real
Or imagined?
Fears whether well placed
Or imagined
Become rooted
In truth.

Life swims in Air,
On a rope of Cloud it's clinging,
Not much of Despair,
Blessings are

Angus stand heavy
with February longing.
I orbit but do not
turn
to meet their gaze.

From

I hear them
the voices;
I hear them
all
around me.

I’m here, baby, I’m here, baby,

How important is the plain truth ?
Unvarnished and sometimes overipe
the naked juice. Even stark

No man lifts her veil. The Queen of night
peeps shyly over the horizon, spills silver
on

Whenever she enters my atmosphere,
I feel bewitched and convinced
That we're supposed to be

I never learnt about you in school. The heroic acts of bravery in an attempt to change the

You never know what road lies ahead,
To inspire what comes by night.
The moments when poets get

It's beyond the pad and pen,
And bigger than what I'd say.
Really, I could only say amen,
To

I won't waste another one of these pages,
Yet I have to say this once more.
I've met so many

You can tell when someone loves you;
It's that look within their eyes.
You know how they think of

I really do think you're one of a kind;
You have me captivated.
There's no confusion with you on

Is there such a thing
And can they ever win
Especially with people's feelings
Are is it just

My back never lies
I just choose not to hear,
Until it's truth runs out of patience
As will eases

These hills have got me hugging pillows.
Restless I chew a new landscape into cheek,
A shanty to

all this time you have me
staring at the blank wall ahead
your lies are seeping
through the pores

Truth is something wonderful
Beliefs are foolishness
Unless one finds the truth oneself
It

As I close my eyes and prepare for bed
It hits me
Like a thousand knives
And a million

As I write this
I already know they won’t like this
But tonight
I write for me…

Tonight
My

I’m jealous of my poetry
It feels like the world love my lines
But they have no love for me
I

I think I’m having a moment of clarity…
Fuck
I think it’s more like a moment of insanity
My mind

My pen wants to retire
I can feel it when I touch her
She no longer strokes for me
She moves like

Stop. Heave. Take time. Breathe. Remember you have invaluable worth. You are like the North Star, a

1 second after birth there's no breathing
3 seconds later the nurses rush in
10 seconds after

Pen says to paper
It’s my duty to write
Paper says to pen
I just can’t take the pain tonight
Pen

Boxing gloves are useless against shadows,
no matter how insignificant or monstrous.
I stomp on

Make Love.

Ignore the media monkeys,
switch off sex-crazed TV,

anyone might please the

Lust or Love and Equality ...
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You want a soul mate ?

In attempts to gain peace
I sought love
But
In the end
All I found
Was pain
Pain that

I'm thankful for her trust,
Yet once I'd lusted for her frame.
I know that there is no

In this world filled with misery,
with conflicts and faked democracy
where human rights are

We're avalanched with Orwellian double-speak,
politicians wear lies like a medallion,
strut them

Known true love once
No replacement
No more.
Let virtual rest
In neverwhere,
Does not

Subtle shades of grey
Twist between the back and white
Of our faux beliefs

After the rain, I see the daisies,
In their clean, white dresses,
Fresh and perfect.
Washed and

Tell me what lights your fire,
what passion lies in your heart
that is unique, a deep

the truth is...
the only thing
more frightening
than darkness
is...
the light

How was I wrong?
You came, confiding us to the limits of our boundary.
Being overly keen on my