Only people 

The only people with whom you should get even with are those that raised and helped you. 

The only people with whom you should give your all are those that never doubted yours. 

The only people with whom you should make your only people are those that made you theirs. 

But the only people are after all, only people. 


Before it

A malediction of what’s not meant. 

The moon chased after the sun before he could make her stay,
But it turned into a lonely night before day.

The rainbow cheered the cloud up before he teared,
But it turned  into a furious thunderstorm before it cleared.

For if the solemn utterance and solicitous deed is intended for love to be known and felt by the need, 
Then, there won’t be beauty before it. 


Forever be silenced 

I’ve learn one of a few things on entreaty

It’s the most deafening wound yet the courageous front against rage.

It may not be an extricate shot, before guilt and regret.

But remaining silent, never meant to be forever be silenced. 


Her Poems

Timelessly read poet attempting to understand the state of her heart,

Unsaid emotions pierced together into words to fit it all in her disoriented sight of sanity,

A poetry that brought in words that hold the aptitude of what never mattered.