People have always told me,
If you have nothing good to say.
Then say nothing at all.
So, now people wonder why I barely speak at all.

It is 3:00a.m,
and a cold breeze has suddenly rushed into my room.
These chills seem to have woken me up
to have a conversation with the moon.
The moon that remains so bold,
to shine so bright in such immense darkness.
How brave of her to have the ability to harness the
tarnished cities of which she oversees..
the battered leaves that tomorrow, will leave with the breeze..
the purest hearts that drop down to their knees
in the middle of the street
begging you to please,
have some sympathy..
the thieves that leave with the keys to our hearts,
the ones who said you would never be stranded,
yet you watched them depart.
She sees the things
that wake us out of our coldest dreams.
And yet, her energy bleeds
to relieve the shackles
and loosen your seams.
It seems we don't notice those that breathe,
unless they play a character
in this illusionary theme...
a scheme of how things should be in society.
She observes quietly.
How brave of her to absorb
the reflection of tears
that fall on our floors.
This stillness is something I have come to adore, more and more.
It plays jazz music on the deepest depths of my candescent core.
The door is open, and from myself, I am torn.
I have decided to be bold
like the moon's pull that allowed this ballpoint to roll.
It is time for me to go back to sleep,
and awake reborn.

- L.G.

Look at her.
Do you see how she smiles, so bright and happy?
Did you know that she is lost inside?
She cries to herself when she is alone.
For some reason she just wants to make everyone happy, even if she is sad
Did you know that she carries so much pain inside?
I bet you'll never notice because she always smiles brightly at you.

Whenever someone asks you about yourself do you always know exactly what to say?

She always says " You have to tell me what you are thinking for me to understand," How can I when I don't even understand myself?

There is a kindness in your eyes,
Always hidden by dark lenses.
It bleakens your world by only a shade,
But hides the beauty
Waiting inside
A tenderness in the wonder,
Behind those eyes
You have so much to give the world
Yet Held back only
by your own worries of self worth
Do not think that you aren't good enough,
Because acceptance starts with yourself.
The world will value you,
Only as much as you value yourself.

If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.