I consumed a small
vial of courage today.
And it got me out of my mind,
my aches
and my bed.
It got me showered,
dressed
and out the door.
It helped me on the bus,
through the rumble of
the exhausted engine.
It deflected the stares from eyes
who seemingly judged.
It placed me at work.
Fuelled me through
the sledgehammer ticks
that echo never ending seconds.
And I eventually find myself home...
So I consumed a small
vial of courage today.
And I'm brave enough
to admit that I'm afraid.
Afraid that I may be running out.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
There is an underlying story behind all the small tales you hear.
Behind every picture you see.
Behind the snapshots of memories you can recall.
Behind the paintings silently hanging on the lifeless wall.
These stories scream with their might just to get noticed.
They're waiting to be told.
They want to be heard.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Love, the real kind, is never simple.
It is the one thing that makes life worth it in the end,
and something that wonderful and sought-after is never going to be easy to get.
You have to work for it.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
So if it’s easy, yeah maybe you won’t get broken.
But you won’t be truly happy, either.
You’ll be settling.
Don’t get me wrong,
There are lots of things in life that are totally acceptable to settle on.
Sure, Harvard was your dream school.
But you know what?
Going to your state school because its more affordable
Will still get you where you want to be in life.
And I know the hairdresser couldn't match the color you showed her,
But you are beautiful and can rock it anyway, so don’t worry.
But love?
Settling in love is like buying a pair of shoes that are a size too small,
Just because you thought they were pretty.
They may look nice,
But you are dying on the inside. I
f you had just held out a bit longer,
You would have found a pair just as beautiful that fit well, too.
Maybe that nice guy looks good on paper,
But if he doesn’t give you butterflies whenever he looks at you,
Don’t be with him.
You want someone who makes you fall for them every day,
Not just once.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
it was a beautiful starry night when we were both drunk, lying on the sand
you told me bout your ugly and weird fascinations
i was intently listening to your most peculiar thoughts
there were moments when we could just shut up for a minute
but feel no awkwardness at all
i can hear you breathing
and that, i think, is still the best melody I've heard so far
sometimes i'd take a quick look at your face
you looked so happy, i almost thought i was dreaming, as if everything's not real
but no, it was profoundly true. we felt infinite. that was the only time i ever felt alive.
but that was then, life happened. and i don't know where you are now.
i wonder who's lying with you on the sand now, listening intently to your most peculiar thoughts
listening closely to your inhales and exhales
sharing the most comfortable silences with you
staring at the beautiful moonlight, feeling infinite. wishing the night would never end.
he must be so lucky.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC