I can see,
the air move,
and I’m not quite sure,
what that means.
But I know,
that the lines,
can help me,
breathe.
They move freely,
between me,
and I breathe deeply,
although sometimes,
I choke on words,
that don’t come out.
Maybe my tongue is,
twisted,
like she,
sells seashells,
by the seashore,
but I’ve never seen,
the ocean.
I just know,
what tears taste like,
salty,
and bitter.
But I know,
what air looks like,
lines that move,
and it’s beautiful,
if you look,
hard enough.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 3:47 PM UTC
You can begin again,
through the wind,
and the trees,
just another simple breeze,
you can begin again.
A dandelion that,
a child will blow,
to make a wish,
we will never know,
you can begin again.
It’s that simple,
a smile you feel,
at the corner,
of your lips,
you can begin again.
Look in the mirror,
and see the reflection,
there is not a thing,
you need to fear,
you can begin again.
Just jump with me,
let go of everything,
close your eyes,
let’s begin again.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
She likes to play,
hopscotch,
when it rains.
The colors brighten,
and then,
they fade.
She splashes in squares,
numbers,
that are no longer,
there.
As the rain pours,
she smiles,
and skips,
playtime never,
ends.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
The moon told me,
that everything would be,
okay.
I believed her.
And I know,
for a fact,
that butterflies are,
angels coming to say,
hello,
just a little visit,
because they miss us.
I promise,
it’s the truth,
I would never lie,
not to you.
Also magic is real,
if you look hard enough,
just feel it,
it’s right there.
Isn’t it beautiful?
Just simply,
the world?
It truly is,
the little things,
the rain,
the sound of the dogs,
chasing the mail man,
down the street,
it makes you laugh,
but it bubbles up,
like soda pop,
and magic.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC
You told me,
the sky was blue,
then one day,
I looked up,
and it wasn’t.
It was a purple sky,
made just for me,
full of clouds,
in shapes of giraffes,
and lions,
a bunny too!
The world was different,
but my heart the same,
it raced at full pace,
and I touched the yellow grass.
Was I the new Alice,
did I look through,
the looking glass?
Too many mushrooms,
maybe?
It was magical,
and I finally understood,
I’m seeing it through your eyes!
Not black and white,
but a rainbow!
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
I grew up here,
she says,
such a small town,
brick roads,
that sparkle,
like her eyes,
in the rain.
She used to hate it,
and grit her teeth,
when you walked away,
things changed.
Real grass,
got replaced,
with fake,
for safety,
they say.
I grew up here,
she says,
where teenagers,
cruise main.
It’s like a movie,
that you never realized,
you were apart of.
I grew up here,
she said.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
You’re a flower,
and I try so hard,
to protect you.
I water you,
every day,
and make sure,
no one ever,
plucks you.
You’re too pretty,
you don’t,
belong in a vase.
But a garden,
no,
a meadow.
Where you show,
your beauty,
to the world,
the butterflies,
the birds,
and the bees.
You make my,
heart race,
you take my,
breath away,
I will never let,
you wilt,
my flower.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
Dance with me,
in the summer rain,
until my skin is red,
hot to the touch,
from the sun rays.
Then throw me in the,
autumn leaves,
while they fall,
around me.
The seasons change,
as I look up,
and goosebumps crawl,
all along my body,
it’s a bright blue sky,
and snowing.
I want to sing,
when it rains,
and the flowers bloom,
I’ll make you,
a bouquet,
if you promise,
to dance,
with me.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC
Today baby,
I got my heart,
racing for you.
It’s two in the mornin’,
and the stars,
they’re falling,
it feels so easy,
with you.
I get the shakes,
baby,
when I’m with you,
it’s so scary.
My mind is spinning,
I’m falling,
without moving,
deja vu,
I’ve been here before,
have you?
Do you hear,
the music too?
Let’s go dancing,
baby,
it’s getting dark,
four in the mornin’,
but I’m here,
with you.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
I dream of her,
when the leaves fall,
the way her,
cigarettes burn,
and the smoke,
envelopes me,
each and every time,
she crosses,
my mind.
God,
she’s beautiful,
and my air,
it escapes,
my lungs,
it’s just,
gone.
Isn’t she,
lovely?
No,
she doesn’t,
have a name.
You see,
I’m too embarrassed,
to speak,
I just watch from afar,
but I can’t help it,
she’s just,
amazing.
A woman,
on a park bench,
smoking a cigarette,
I can’t help it.
I’ll never talk to her,
but maybe,
one day,
she’ll say,
hello,
to me.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC