wilted..

i feel like a plant without sunshine, unwatered for days, battered by wind.

sometimes there is just too much of a good thing, it turns out bad. u develop a sense of being nauseated. or, things just pile up too high, u feel like throwing up.

in the heat of passion

i know i sometimes hurt people in some of the things i say. but damn, it is when i am at the peak of my passion that i am most real. that everything i say at these moments are what i really feel. no pretenses, no reservations, no holding back, that's me.

in the language of roses

whatever u say or do,
you leave a scent behind you.
and because you cannot take it back,
you ought to use some tack.

but if truth be told,
your words be warm or cold
go on, be bold
and never hold.

may all the words u speak
come not with a thorn that prick
may all the things you do
not cost a petal to tear in two.