I hear the speaker tell the crowd "Each of you is unique"
I hear the sounds of the people who know it to be true
I am deaf to those sounds
I am not one of those people
I am not the Cinderella
The lost orphan
The Dimond in the rough
How can I be unique, with my face on another
how can I be the princess
with my throne built for two
Always depicted as evil
always depicted as inseparable
The same classes
Same friends
Same birthday
Same birthday gifts
Everyone wants to be different
but everyone already is
What if you were half of a whole
What if you were treated
like half of a whole
I would know
I am an identical twin
I am strung to another
by face
by name
by age
by voice
by mind
by DNA
by misconception
constantly compared to her
constantly responsible for her
constantly wishing
I wasn't half of a whole
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
april showers bring may flowers
but these long hours
are breaking my towers
as they crumble
I see my heart tumble
into your hands, looking so humble
but wait,
you built those towers
with my hand in yours
so graciously asking
for nothing but my love
as they crumble
I see my heart tumble
into your hands, that I trust with my heart
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
Coins in my pocket rattle
asking for my help
asking to be embraced
Coins in my pocket cry
thinking of peoples distaste for them
so large in number yet small in worth
Coins in my pocket smile
when pulled out into the light
only to be placed into another pocket
Coins in your pocket rattle
asking for your help
from the all too familiar shape of a pocket
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
7.5 billion
people on earth
15 billion
human eyes on earth
think
for one moment
for one seecond
for one minute
hour
month
year
we all fit here
we are all feed
we may not all thrive
or survive
but we are all here
for one day
or one lifetime
love is a word
so is life
so is peace
and purpose
they are not meaningless
neither are you or me
or anyone on this earth
think
if you or me
or anyone
was purposeless
why would there be
7.5 billion of us
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
What if our hearts had color
What would mine be
What would yours be
Would mine light up around you
Or become clouded
I want to believe it glows
I want to believe its strong
But that would be a lie
I know it in my heart
Pun intended
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 12:55 AM UTC
Is it just me or do the walls shift
tumble under me
Sway beneath my toes
No matter how stable I know I am
I'm helpless to the instability
Though i'm safe in my awareness
no one else stumbles
My world is a washing machine
secure in theory
unsteady in reality
the timer ticks away
cleaning away my youth
preparing me
for when the walls finally stop
along with my heartbeat
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
I lay in my bed
faced at my ceiling
the wood boards face down at me
theirs eyes watch me
but seem not to care
each line is unique
curving however they wish
they move like i do in my dreams
freely
unattached to ideals and standards
their shadows don't follow them
like mine to me
the grain comforts me
it keeps me awake
but helps me sleep
i feel safe when under it's scrutiny
and calm under its uniformity
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC