waves of unwashed
untamed hair
roll over my shoulders
tears of undiscovered bravery
sting my eyes
and spill onto my cheeks
dripping off my lips
staining my shirt
fingers heart mind
t r e m b l i n g
screams of disbelief
spill like blood from my mouth
and shatter
silently
against the floor
news from the doctors
stop my breath in its tracks
condolences fill my head
my heart
and i feel as empty as their words
worlds beyond my own
crash down on top of my shoulders
as the world i call my own
crumbles beneath my feet
and i lose my balance
screaming out loud
ripping my heart from my chest
tearing it apart with my own hands
blaming myself for your actions
looking for a place to stand
for a steady hand
to hold my shattered soul
but this time
there are no hands
there is no escape
there is not end
to this living hell.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
everyone just gave me flowers,
but you gave me an entire bouquet,
and they turned out to be weeds.
but they smelled so sweet,
and i already planted them in my garden,
and now they won't go away
no matter how hard i pull.
they are stuck there,
you are stuck there
killing the flowers i had before.
growing so thick
i have to poison myself to get you out.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
don't just wear your heart on your sleeve,
wear your scars there, too.
don't cover them.
don't hide them to make others comfortable.
they are proof,
not only that you survived a battle,
but that you were hurt
and it didn't **** you.
your scars are proof that you are fighting;
that you are strong enough to fight
with tears in your eyes.
your scars are no sign of weakness;
they are every indication of strength.
don't cover them up.
don't hide them under your sleeves
or behind your teeth.
when they tell you to calm down,
yell louder.
scream because you're angry.
cry because it hurts.
stop listening when they tell you
to get over it; to try harder.
this is your battle.
fight it however you want,
however you can.
don't believe them when they say
"it's not that big of a deal."
it is a big deal.
it's your deal,
and that makes it the biggest deal in the world
because you are the world.
you are your world.
and they are not your sun.
they are not your moon.
they aren't even your stars.
they are dust, left over from an explosion that created you,
and all they do is disrupt your connections with the heavens.
it takes an explosion to create a universe.
so do not listen when they tell you to calm down.
stand up
and scream louder.
don't stop when they tell you to sit down.
don't stop until you are heard.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
the stars l o s t in the night sky
are simply reflections
of every fire
in every soul
burning with passion
setting the world ablaze;
singeing the eye brows
of the apathetic.
the waves in the oceans
are merely vibrations
from all that we are.
with power behind every word spoken
and every word lived
every breath tells a story so great
it can never be delivered
with the same vigor as the first.
you are not one in a million.
you are a million in one;
you are a hurricane of emotions
that will not stop
until everyone has
heard you
you cannot be stopped
until everyone around you
has been burned by the light
of the fire in your soul
and you cannot let them put you out.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
a little paper prince
with a little paper crown
lived near a little paper city
in a little paper town
the little paper prince
with his little paper crown
lived his little paper life
found in paper books all around
one day the little paper prince
in his little paper crown
found a little paper princess
in a little paper gown.
the little paper princess
had no little paper crown
but a little paper halo:
above her head, was round
the little paper prince
with his little paper crown
could not see her paper halo
and his face fell to a frown
the little paper princess
with no little paper crown
saw the little paper prince
with a smile turned toward the ground
the little paper princess
in her little paper gown
knew that they were more than paper
in that little paper town
so the little paper princess
in her little paper gown
took the little paper prince
and they ran away from town
the little paper prince
lost his little paper crown
as it fell off in the forest
and shattered on the ground
and the little paper prince
with no little paper crown
saw the little paper princess
with her halo that was round.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
good news.
the world still spins around the universe
sunset and sunrise
just like before.
everything still seems to move on
the way it always has.
even without you here.
even when it seems
the world inside me has stopped
the world around me never stops moving
never missing a beat
day after day
slamming into you
knocking the air from your lungs
kissing your open mouth on the way out
reminding you
that just as easily as something,
someone
can be brought into your life,
they can be taken out.
i linger on the corner of moving on
and forgetting
and the pathways look all too similar.
down one,
the stars dance with the moon
cloaking the world in darkness.
down the other,
street lamps tease the midnight air,
flickering on
and off,
hiding what's just around the corner
and in the end, it doesn't matter which road i take
because while i linger on the corner of moving on
and forgetting
i still wear your watch to work.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
this is a poem for the warriors
and for the worriers.
for the children whose eyes have grown so big
they cover their mouths.
"children should be seen; not heard."
children should open their hearts;
their minds.
they should follow their dreams
and whey they are asked: what do you want to be?
they should know
that in this world, there is not one thing
they cannot do.
it's time we raise kings, and queens,
poets,
lovers,
dreamers.
it's time we teach them
that when they run away,
the fastest way to chase their dreams
is to take the train into downtown tomorrow
for there lies a world of possibility
and promises.
this is a poem for the kids
who flew too close to the stars
and were left with scars
across their cheeks.
for the teenagers who are lost
inside their own minds
and their stories that are lost
on the tips of their fingers.
this is for the wanderlust
and the starry eyed.
for the boys who have fallen too hard
for a girl who was never strong enough to catch him.
and for the girl
who is too afraid to say goodnight to the moon.
this is the time
to throw your heart on the line
and blow caution to the wind
with the seeds of a dandelion.
this is the time
to forget the nights that sing "maybe tomorrow"
and jump on a train with a one-way ticket
to a world of your forgotten promises
and know that when you hop off
tomorrow will be today
and today is the rest of your life.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
a lost cafe hidden by the tumult of a rising
city;
backpacking through lands unknown to the ascetic individual.
in fields of flowers and small lakes kept secret from the men
of business who seek the thrill of a silent corner book store
and the the bustle of an airport at
noonday, quickly and quietly bypassing a bashful stranger
lost in lands all their own.
in castles on clouds and beds of rolling waves
only seen by creatures unseen by
man
whose joy is found through the stable beat
of feet on three am pavement and a rhythmic
discovery of wheels against earth l e a d i n g the way to a distant land
surrounded by an azure sky
inhabited solely by the deep voice of a weary guitar.
here remain the lost pieces to the puzzle
waiting to be made w h o l e
four arms four legs one heart one soul
one being too powerful
left in two
but in the end
if you were to find yourself on the other side
of life never crossing the path of another soul in pursuit
of your own
it is because you need not another
to complete a soul as your own
but only the soul you already are
and of all the souls yours is the most powerful for it is
c o m p l e t e as it was made.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
the way you view the world
through rose colored eyes
looking towards the heavens lost in the sea
and the oceans in your veins
that run through your warm fingers
painting the sky a deep ocean blue
that glitters in your mermaid eyes.
i hope that when the stars in the everlasting skies
lose their fire and fall
you make a wish and light another fire in your heart
bright enough to burn through the fears
lost in the shadows of your soul.
promise me that when the ocean whispers your name
you will run forward into its cold embrace
with your arms spread wide
and you'll never look back
towards the rivers and lakes that once held you back
from who you are now.
and with the powerful waves that drip from your fingers
and billowing fires alight in your heart
i hope you never lose sight of the shore.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
kiss your enemies.
keep them closer
to your heart.
let the demons play their part
on the inside of
your mind is the ruler
of the monsters in your head.
walk with them
hand in hand
down the pathways of your past.
let them dance with your emotions
and leave them there at last.
kiss your enemies
goodbye
and let the rain clouds of your
sorrows water the flowers
of yesterdays tomorrow.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC