When the world felt smaller,
I felt taller.
It keeps expanding…
I don’t know if I have any room left to grow.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
You remind me of love.
You remind me of him.
You remind me of my grandma.
You remind me of kids laughing, of soft melodic music, of car rides with your best friends
You remind me of all the good stuff.
When I can’t breathe and everything is spinning.
When I’m on the verge of breaking.
You remind me.
You calm me.
Everything I wish I was I find in you.
Like him
Like my grandma
You’re my happy place.
You settle my thoughts.
You ground me.
When it’s just you and I, nothing else matters.
It’s just you and I.
And all the things you remind me of.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
I’m finding peace in the silence.
In my heart.
In my soul.
In the storm.
In the dark thoughts.
In the good ones.
I’m finding peace in everything.
The world suddenly has a slightly brighter glow.
The weight I’m carrying is suddenly a little lighter.
The music has a different tune.
The birds sing a little louder.
The coffee tastes a little less bitter.
The words no longer need to be said.
The dark is a little less scary.
All because I’m finding peace.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
I know in my heart
That I belong in the sunset.
In the stars.
In the moon.
In the grass.
In the trees.
In laughter.
In love.
I belong everywhere.
All the time.
Wherever I go,
I am.
Whatever I feel,
I am.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
I’m falling in love with living.
Im talking windows rolled down music blasting living.
I’m talking sunsets on the kayak living.
Hammocking in the backyard.
Listening to my neighbors kids laugh.
Cup of coffee on the back porch.
The same spot I sit every day living.
I’m talking crying myself to sleep living.
I’m talking not wanting to wake up living.
The pain of not being loved.
The tears I’m constantly holding back.
The feeling on holding on by a thread living.
I’m falling in love with all of it.
All at once.
I’m falling in love with my soul and my spirit.
I’m falling in love with the sunset.
I’m falling in love with the silence.
I’m falling in love with the process of falling in love.
I’m learning to love everything around me. Including myself.
It’s no easy task.
It’s dedicating everyday to the commitment of healing.
But...
I can’t quit yet.
There’s so much more left
to fall in love with.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
The weight of the world
rests on her shoulders.
As if she was the one
who created.
She blamed herself
for all the bad
all the good.
But mainly all the bad.
She cries for those she
barely knows and those she does.
She carries the weight like
bricks under her skin
She will carry the weight
Until she’s 102… making
her hunchbacked.
She cries for a god
she doesn’t believe in
She’s the silent girl
In the back of the class.
The one who wears
her worries in her eyes
in her smile.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
Protector of life,
Draped in a suit of armor.
With a powerful demeanor, he stands
Noble
Fearless of the blazing gates of hell
Fearless of the flames that encompass him
Fearless of the torridity that sears his skin
Death engulfs him
The death that lies in the fire
The heat is almost too much to bare
But not for him.
For he is determined to save.
He charges on.
Ambers shoot at him,
Smoke strangles his lungs.
Removing his every last breath.
He knows hell personally
And endures it every day.
Even though he walks through hell
He is a heavenly being
Determined to save.
In times of terror
Only one thing matters:
No man left behind.
No man left behind.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
I am the loudest in the room, but the easiest to ignore.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
I'm tired of all the sad ******** I'm tired of the tears, not produced by me but by others. I'm tired of the heart breaks that built up your walls that I'm still trying to break down. I'm tired of everyone being tired. I'm tired of the mindless stares, the never ending solo cup, the meaningless *** I'm tired of crying girls and ****** over boys. I'm tired of the ******* silence. I'm tired of everything meaning nothing. Frankly, I'm tired of all the sad **** that is trying to bring us down. It's a cycle. You're tired because I'm tired because they are. I'm done. I'm tired of being so **** tired. I've had enough. It's time to fight back. It's time to rise again. We've gotten enough rest. We are awake. Awake for the future, for greatness, for love, for pain, for sad **** because all this rest has us ready for a ******* war. I'm awake and ready to fight. Are you?
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
As much as I would love to say that the world is full of good people and pretty plants that bloom every spring, I can’t. I cannot say that because I know it is not true. The brutally honest facts is that no one is perfectly good and sometimes flowers don’t grow from the stem of the plan they were born from and they remain dormant. The sun doesn’t shine brightly every day and birds don’t always sing. I am not saying that the world is a hell hole and we might as well give up on a life that is going to end in failure anyways. However, I am saying that there will be bad days. I would say that my mind is pessimist but my heart is one hell of an optimist. My brain tells me that life isn’t fair and everyone dies eventually, but my heart tells me to power on another day because I am an incredible human being with so many things to offer the world. If I was an optimist, I would never be honest to myself and would allow myself to lie and say everything is okay when it isn’t. if I was an optimist, I would walk through life being stabbed and never stop to heal the wounds. However, if I was a pessimist I would never be fully happy and eventually the negativity would drag me down to a place not even the biggest optimist could pull me out of. If I was a pessimist I would walk through life being stabbed and stopping to heal my wounds. I think life is easier as a pessimist. It allows you to never get hurt. You’re always thinking of the bad that could happen and you avoid it. So maybe, I’m scared of getting hurt. Therefore, I admit that I am a pessimist.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC