please breathe
please breathe some more
and more
and more
you will be okay
I will be okay
perfection is not mandatory
not possible
you are enough
ringing validations out to yourself in the moonlight of the night is enough
for now
and maybe for always
please breathe
you can sleep
you will never finish
but you are always complete
so sleep
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
We couldn't get the music right
Or a place to call our own
But in each other's bodies we made homes
And from our hearts we drew our warmth
We held each other still and stared at the stars and I could feel it coming
Bubbling up through the warmth in my chest
I could feel it spreading across my tongue
Into the warm air between our lips
"I love you"
"I love you too"
Then I pulled you as close to me as possible and kissed you until the world was spinning
And maybe it was something in the air
Or maybe it was the overwhelming feelings that you gave me
But either way you held me close and brought me back to our still oasis under the stars
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
Hands do not need to be compared to metallic weapons
in order to give proof of the damage they can do,
The proof is in the way my eyes
dart away from your face,
and my throat closes up when I see you,
Your hands can be a weapon in the most gentle of vile ways
simply as hands,
they harm,
simply by touch,
you scar,
Simply your reach extends too far,
and your hands become the weapons they truly are,
and have always been,
Your hands are hurtful simply because they belong to you,
and you have power over them,
and you thought they had power over me,
*The danger comes not from what a hand holds,
but from who has hold over those hands*
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
I do no want to be angry
Anger is not an emotion you have truly felt
until you know how much it hurts
and how it unhinges your mind,
introducing scary new thoughts
into your consciousness
It keeps you up at night,
a feeling so intense that it interrupts
and erases all others,
leaving you
empty
It is a fuel,
but it burns *****
leaving debris and remnants
in the motor of your mouth
It pollutes every aspect of compassion
flowing through your veins
It will never run it's course and die out,
it sows the soil of your soul
leaving seeds of despair
reaping crops of destruction
Anger is not to be taken lightly because
it is the chemical manifestation
of all that is wrong in the world
finally
getting
to
your
head.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
Don't date boys who say 'bitch'.
Don't think that they will respect you because you are dating.
Don't trust them to just hold you and keep you safe because they are the ones who took your safety away.
Don't listen when they say you are overreacting when the voices in your head and of the crowd around you try to erase everything you feel with his shiny white teeth and pristine record.
Don't trust boys who say 'bitch' any more than you would trust boys who call you a ***** to your face.
Please, I know it's hard,
Don't blame yourself for the actions of the boys who say 'bitch'
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
What an honor to be touched with such soft gates
The secret keepers to your soul
Introduced to my own and secrets they are no longer
For with each shared breath the whispers of my stories flush out
Leaving more space for you settle into
Relying more on touch and sense than see
Leaving sight behind and letting go of fears
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
She was a poison oak
Growing in my side
Twisting out from my spine and nearly toppling my balance
Her roots taking nutrients from organs
Making sustenance from draining me
After years of clawing at her trunk so close to me with ****** fingernails
My hands are the axes that I have so desperately needed
And with one swift chop she is released from me
And that is it
With years of build up to this point all it took was a single axe to break the bond
And it is broken
But her roots lay deep within my spine
Aching
Gnawing
Pushing
And I must recognize that it will take time before the she is completely out of my system
Before all of the splinters that she has left behind are pushed through my skin and into daylight
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Just because I can laugh in the face of my enemy
It does not mean that I am strong
It can mean that I am weak
That the fight inside me
That used to make me curl my lips and snarl
At those who oppose me and all that I am
Is gone
It can mean that there is nothing left to do
But be complacent
For there are some enemies that cannot be beaten
Some people are enemies simply by existing as themselves
They are so hardened like cement
In their own idealized perfect reflection of their lives
They see it every morning
And they continue to be the reason that I see nothing
But my own fear
After wiping the condensation from my mirror
The unbeatable enemy makes me laugh
Not because I am strong
But because it is amusing
To think that I once thought
That I could beat them
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
The anger doesn't go away
No one makes the anger what it is
It's just something that has always been there
The energy of the universe
Unable to be created or destroyed
As dictated by the first law of thermodynamics
So it is
So it changes
So it converts between people
Anger projected and harnessed
And eventually a build up of anger so big
Released so violently in a human reaction
It's always there and it's always in me
Just a potential anger so easily triggered by the surrounding world
They call me short tempered, but really
I am an exergonic reaction
Spontaneous with a small amount of activation energy
To release my anger onto the world around me
Leaving me drained of energy until more potential stores within me
Like it always does
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
It's odd how we- being so full of life- put so much value into things that aren't. In this world, where everything can be made again, few things stand out as truly irreplaceable. Because deeply embedded within that object is a memory, a sensation, an emotion. And with the destruction of the object is the release of a memory. Now lost and unable to be recaptured. So be sad at the demise of those which can be replaced, but shed a tear for all your broken souvenirs.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC