A vase on a pedestal
Put there only to fall apart when pushed off
I won’t be that anymore
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
It's springtime in the valley
In the northern half of Cali
My home away from home
I admire nature alone
Quiet contemplation
No degree of temptation -
To waste this moment or fret
For springtime in the valley, isn't over yet
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
So many labels
So many versions of this same conformity
Why can't we just be who we want to be
And leave the details up to me
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
Pastel
Would be pretty nice right?
Something that's my favorite color
Mixed with a little extra white
A little faded
My colors are jaded
Just like me
Because I feel all mixed up inside
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
If only I could sail away
Live at another place for another day
Cast my problems into the sea
To just for once, live without worry
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Flickering
Running low on oil
Why won't it just extinguish already?
With such a small flame,
What's it good for?
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Hello
Has a lot of meanings
But sometimes it is just a simple way
Of asking
"May I be your friend?"
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
I'm depressed.
But, I mean, I'm still me right?
Like, I am still me
So what if I lie awake at night?
So what if I can't stay awake during the day?
So what if I get nothing done?
I am still me
I don't talk to my friends
I don't see my parents
I don't write anymore poetry
But it's just a temporary thing
It will be fine
Or at least that's what the doctor tells me
So this pill will do for now
Maybe it will show me how
To be me again
Because maybe I am not me
Maybe this depression is what "me" actually is
And maybe I am just a hopeless project
Waiting to be finally set on the shelf
So all my friends and family
Can start on a different project
One that will actually be worth the effort
Instead of wasting their time on me
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
Paint my world with color
Bright and vibrant hues
A lush assortment
Bright yellows and deep blues
The canvas grows heavy from the oils
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
It's not your smile
It's not your looks
It's not the way you say hello
It's the way you're you
And nobody else
That's what I love
And that's what I see
Because when you are you
No matter what
It makes me want to be
A better me
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC