is a lonely man
that let many opportunities
pass him
insecure
a gauche man
unrefined
that resigned himself
for less
because it was safe
now even today
the only thing changed
is
he’s older
more plump
with less hair
but no wiser
in that
he still is
what he wrote himself
to be
in the lyrics
he construed
did not change
history

I liked life a lot
better when it held
more promises
places where you feel
appreciated
At least the leaves breeze
the wind sounds like the sea
I can still fleet anywise
never naturally happy
with silence and belonging

There is a moment
in everyone's life
where they feel
this love that just
overflows so beautifully
that they forget that they
ever felt any different
This powerful
flow of emotions
simply takes
over and can't help
but transform their whole
life with meaning and colour.

~Nathalie

On the nights when I lie contorted in bed,
I dance with the straw men inside my own head, I stuff them all plump with bushels of dread and I sigh when they smother my dreams.

There are nights when I cry for all those I’ve met that only live to experience death,
I wail and I wish that they’d cherish their breath... at least I can cherish my own.

Other evenings I feel cold and alone,
I cling to my wall, I create my own home- with a gamine girl in a fantasy dome;
us trapped together forever.

Sometimes I stay up till times beyond reason, thinking of conversational treason,
of things that I’ve planted directly in loam,
that ever still refuse to grow.

Rhymes are liquid,
That I know.
They are as liquid
As melted snow.

Rhymes are liquid
They can flow
And take the shape
Of what you shape it so
Rhymes are most definitely liquid.

Rhymes can leak
Out of your mouth.
Just like water
Both liquid, no doubt.

Just like room temp. mercury
Is rhyme’s liquidity.

Rhymes not contained
Can be a mess.
Just like how
Spilled milk
Is not the best.

This poem here
Is evidence
That rhymes being liquid
Makes much sense.

the dark is a hardfind ember murmur
trapped and wrapped in cages with
pages of longing and wronging brought
to silence, to nothing by the deep, in
which we can see so far, and yet, no
thing we see is reachable.

Be kind to one another,
Be caring and considerate,
Leave the past in the past
And in the future
Only love.

it's hard to believe
that
this is true

since
just a few days ago
i saw you

Can we please not pretend to like each other?
It hurts,
the sweetness of your voice hurts.
the truth hurts.
But every time you look at her,
I die each time.

Please be raw with me.
Either leave me,
or keep me alive.

Just don't place me in the dark,
I'm not your puzzle piece anymore.

Youre heart is so soft
Im afraid to hurt it
With the broken edges of mine !

I feel that of those I hate,
I cry the words of their fate,
I see the world in which they lie,
the somber meaning of their cry,
I hear the wind that cuts beneath their feet,
I tremble as they accept defeat.

A love has to die
For another to be born
One heart has to break
To heal another one
There’s no such thing
As pure
There’s beauty in the odium
There’s odium in the beauty
Where resilience ain’t a cure
But a fundamental duty
- a flower has to wither to make space for others to bloom

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

Who hadn't loved you
In time, perhaps
Like the wall in the painting
Faded,
Far from the window,
And the shine
On the pearl
In your ear remained,
"I"
Am colored still
With your
Glow

A grain of sand in the desert of my life,
my mind stores you in dunes,
in overwhelming abundance.

I create winds, sandstorms, tornadoes
to shape you,
to move you,
still you settle the same,
with mathematical precision.

Governed by physical law,
governed by bleeding and raw,
governed,
I want you more,

I feel you slip from my grasp ,
shifting the sands of my mind,

I wait for a deluge, a torrent,
a hope to bring new life,
a new form,
an awakening...

a forgotten seed,
and
the
rain
would
find
you.

I just can’t
I’m done
Doing all this
All this stress
For nothing
I’m done
Why wait
Why continue being alive

You have a way
of making me want
to find new words

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Pain is better than numbness,
because at least I can feel
my life not just move through it.

Hot summer evening
My clothes sprawled next to his bed,
His lips are on mine

There’s a little place
In the back of my head
It’s what I tend to embrace
When I’m lying in bed

I pretend I’m not lonely
I pretend I’m not scared
It’s where my testimony
Is one that I could share.

But in the morning when
The light shines through
It strips me, reveals my sin
And shows me the truth.

Perhaps one day I'll look up and see
The same stars that you do
But for now, I'll settle for
That strange light in your eyes

I am a tiger and a fawn.
The she-wolf that screams to the moon at dusk
And the meadowlark that whistles to the sun at dawn.
I am darkness and I am light
Flipping my tangled hair to the cascading stars at night
Lifting my hands in prayer, releasing the morning birds to flight.
And I will protect them,
These birds of freedom.
I will carve their songs
Deeply into my heart
And set aside a space
Where the cruelty of this world
Cannot, ever, tear them apart.
So laugh my little children,
And sing your songs of glory,
You are safe
You are heard
And you are worthy.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

I told myself I liked peace
but the chaos is exhilarating.
I run from problems to let the animosity build.
I keep quiet to infuriate.
I plant myself in equations where my presence isn’t wanted.
Anger fuels the quiet
Words drench the flames

Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world

They said she couldn't do it. So she became it.

on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
always

and the earth split open
ravenous and unforgiving
it swallowed us all whole
not one of us was left living
i was taken last
made to witness the fall
to say goodbye to the past
they all stared blankly
as they were taken
i heard no asking
and as they swam
to the second hell
before i could speak
cry or yell
i was swallowed as well
to the pit of reckoning
where everyone fell