boys and girls
grab your knifes
rule the worlds
with me tonight
they say
love and words
is all you need
be we're trapped
by insecurity
so today
we'll change the rules
and blow 'em up
don't start a war
but
revolutionize
with passion
ablaze in
our eyes

You are my little piece of heaven
and I sit here, laying in the grass
wondering how I ever got so lucky
as to reach up and*  touch the clouds

i found you
chasing youth
and offered myself.

like candy
another piece
of this broken body,

f e a r
is nowhere to be found.

you've convinced me
sacrifice always smells
best over brunch.

my darling left for battle
he kissed me on the cheek
i wished him all my love
not knowing what to speak*
te amo, mi amor

alice......
*remember that even though
you
escaped
the looking glass
you'll never escape
yourself

Slumlords sleep
while poor souls weep,
for bills won't meet
And children's feet -
growing and growing and growing.

Pressure's building.
Age not slowing.

I thought it would be calm by now.

But things are worse,
&
To God I curse.

Nothing is going as planned.

I'm trying to look at the positive.

Looking
And
Looking
And
Looking

God, please
Is there a positive?

Racing arms and angry sneakers
in a concrete hallway -
my heart beat.

I can't feel my feet.

"This is the floor." I tell myself,

in auto speak.

Who are you?

I am running.

                           /
                       /
Oh, Mr. Cocktail, fill me up! but
darling, p l e a s e  don't
bother me until
every last
d
r
o
p
is poured.
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Seems way too good to be true
so for now, if that's okay-
I'll just keep loving you.

nerves eat away the confidence I have left,
little butterflies  trying to escape,
knowing what a desperate soul *I am.

God?

I thought I heard you today,
in the voice of a man
asking me for a cigarette.
A nineteen degree request;
faint on a cold, city street.
A memory of Sunday story
caught me off guard.
" Silver and gold have I none;
but such as I have give I thee."
I've since stopped attending
my scheduled worshiping.
Long forgot,
about an un-kindled burden,
but today I wondered,
are you still here?

-
How fragile my heart must be,
to shatter from one minor atrocity.
-

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_ make me feel _
like I'm
_  home __

a flower needs
sunshine
to survive
maybe some
water
to stay alive
add some fresh
air
she can thrive

a flower knows
where
she should go
and in due
time
she will grow
but do not
worry
time goes slow

a flower learns
who
she's meant to be
but still she
knows
its not easy
to live a
life
but only breathe

The way she hangs on everything I say,
As if every word that I speak is a revelation to her.

And the way she needs me to hold her hand when she is scared,
As if I can protect her from any danger, lurking in the shadows.

The little tear she sheds when she's tired,
Even when she tells me she's not.

And the smile she radiates when shes exited,
Even though she tries to be calm.

I just hope that she knows,
I hope she understands how precious she is.

How even when she doesn't think that she is enough,
That she will always be enough.

I hope that she remembers that smile,
That beamed on her face as a little four year old.

That smile that reached into my heart,
And stole it the day she was born.

And I hope that no matter what,
She will always be, My Little Sister.

in your bed
the sweetest of sleep
in your arms
the truest of peace
close my eyes
hear, please dream of me
darling,...
*I always do

I think that I am blessed with life.
This morning I woke up warm and safe,
with a kind man next to me to kiss on the face.

I have been granted the ability to work.
I have a welcoming space to earn a living,
with a wonderful boss who is kind and giving.

I still have the privilege to text my mother.
She is a sweet woman with a kind heart -
loves who I am even though our beliefs sometimes part.

But today I woke up and my heart still feels heavy.
I feel unworthy of this body I've been given,
and my mind overworks without my permission.

Depression does not care about my positive days.
Even though I am blessed I struggle with pain,
and constantly still I fight with this dreadful brain.

But day after day I will never give up.
For too many people are counting on me,
and encouraging that one day I shall be free.

So *******, Depression!
Today I woke up and continued to breathe
and while sometimes it's hard I have faith in me.