What does it mean,
To feel alive?
To be yourself?
To love? To cry?
I always searched
For a feeling or thing
That brought out my joy,
Made me laugh, made me think.
I think I've finally
Seen the light:
Fall in love with each moment,
Fall in love with your life.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
I wanted to model my life after a rainstorm:
To embody the excitement and freshness and screaming vitality
of a torrential rain on a hot summer day
To show off my clouds and shout out with thunder
My worries and sorrows, my failures and fears.
To laugh and cry and run and shriek
With windstorms and hailstorms and post-summer sleet.
But most of all,
I wanted to flash through people's lives like lightning
So, so bright and unexpected and beautiful and alive
That they held their breath and scanned the skies
For just one more crackle of energy and excitement
That makes them question their accepted lives.
If nothing else, I'll be petrichor
The soft, sweet reminder of new life to come.
That puts a smile on people's faces
As they, for once, stop, and breathe,
And remember that
They, too,
Are
Alive.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
I can't see the future
I can't change the past
For once,
I pause
and breathe
and laugh
Because in this moment
I am
So, so
Alive
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:10 AM UTC
You say
life is
meaningless
I say
that’s the only way
you can give it your own
purpose
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
Hiding from a rainstorm
is supposed to be tranquil :
the patter of rain...
the rumble of harmless thunder...
watching the storm, but never feeling it...
Just raindrops on windows, with you safe inside.
But what if that thunder is the breaking of a friend's heart?
The lightning, the slashing of her dreams?
Her storm is raging within a snow globe…
From the outside, beautiful and perfect...
Unless you know the truth.
Thank God for that glassy protection, right?
Except...
For all your good intentions...
And best efforts...
And wishful thinking...
All you can do is stay by her side
until her world settles.
What if that storm was a torrent of bullets,
Tearing her to pieces?
You can only watch,
Untouchable behind bulletproof glass...
I mean, at least you're safe, right?
… But doesn't it hurt you to witness it
Without being able to intervene?
What if that rain is made of salty tears?
Heartaches and losses and sorrow...
You can try...
and be there for her...
and phone and listen...
and offer every ounce of your comfort...
But no matter what you do...
God still controls the weather.
I mean, at least it isn't your own suffering.
… But that's just it, isn't it?
There's no doorway through a wall of glass.
See,
The very best part of chrysalism
Is that you're hiding on the inside
Within your own peaceful world.
The worst?
You can't swap places.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
. Having L
A glass heart A Y
Is very good in theory: E O
Pretty from the outside, H U
Filled up with hope the inside.
But didn't they warn you? E
That glass is hard and cold? R
That lonely dreams will fade? O
That "protecting yourself" F
Sometimes is the thing E
That hurts you most ? B
So before you build
Your heart of ice K
Never forget: A
To be loved, E
You might R
Need B
To
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
Of all the beautiful and deadly things in this world,
Love is the worst.
For she joins two as one -
two hearts, two minds, two souls, two bodies, two dreams -
But doesn't warn you
That they break like a wishbone.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
Do not be too greedy with happiness.
For she will give and give and give
Until you are so filled up
Like a ******* balloon
That you float to the sky.
And then
Pop
It's a good thing
Joy gives you wings
To catch you when you fall.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
i always hoped i was kind
But what if
i'm just scared
Of being alone?
i've always been told i was sweet.
But maybe
i'm just selfish
And want to be loved?
i always thought it was automatic
But maybe
i'm just programmed
To manipulate them?
i always hoped i could love.
But if not,
Then they don't deserve
The machinations of a clockwork heart.
So maybe I should let the gears
Grow rusty and break down.
At least this way, They'll see
It was just a program...
It was never actually Me.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
Check - work nine-to-five, eat, sleep, draw again.
Surviving the day, nothing more, c'est bien.
Or call - easy choice for the hand you were dealt.
Just settle for average; win, lose; both unfelt.
If you need to, just quit; to accept it, just fold.
Be resigned to your fate; easy just isn't bold.
If not, you might lose; see pain, heartbreak, and death.
Bracing for blows that will knock out your breath.
So you didn't call a bluff, didn't sees players who cheat?
Or they raised you too much, now you're feeling the heat.
And life may be a ***** she deals hands unfair.
She's the muscle who beats you; detached, doesn't care.
But here's the kicker, dear life's only tell -
There's so much more out there; fight right to the bell!
'Cuz quitting the game after one bad beat?
You'd risk every win, for fear of defeat?
Not even one pair? Means no partner for life?
No falling in love, no taking the dive.
I guess if you're scared, that's a dangerous risk
Probably not worth the bet.
No three of a kind? No partners in crime?
No best friends for life, no slowing down time?
I guess that you're busy, with your job, for your cheque.
Probably not worth the bet.
And no full house? Means no family to kiss...
No building your future, no dogs, and no kids?
I guess it's hard work to lay down those bricks;
Probably not worth the bet.
No royal flush? No laughter, no tears?
No joy and no sorrow, no fun and no fears?
I guess if the bad scares you more than the good,
Probably not worth the bet.
For you, at least, that all may be fact.
You'll hold back your gambles, buy-in if you're backed.
You save up your chips for just the right hand,
And don't see that they are all equally grand.
For life may be cruel, but she gives loans for chips,
So keep playing the game until your luck flips.
So, me? Hit me, life. I'll stick out my chin.
In this game we're playing?
Hell, I'm all in.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC