I don't think.
I never do.
I dive in head-first,
without knowing
the depth of the water.
Without having a clue.
I jump in without
a single thought.
Only when the
shock of the cold
water ***** the air
from my lungs,
do I realize the
damage that
could be done.
I cannonball into
the deepest end.
And it is there,
that split second
in mid-air,
when I decide
whether I'll
sink or swim.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Ribbons and bandanas
go hand in hand.
Whenever I see one,
the grief that I've
learned to control
finds a way back in.
They remind me of what
bravery and true fear
really look like.
They remind me of
the sound of buzzing
hair clippers.
And the quiet sobs
from both of us as
our tears fell to the floor,
just like your hair,
that you loved so much.
They remind me of that terrible
oncologist office, that always
smelled like chemicals.
Where I sat with you
as we waited to hear:
" The doctor will see you now."
They remind me of the goodbye,
that hurts me to this day;
When your fight ended,
and the angels took you away.
Whenever I see a ribbon or bandana,
I'm reminded of you.
Life isn't fair, but you were a fighter
all the way through.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
She still remembers the day,
That her world collapsed around her,
With a big crash.
However,
Even a stronger memory than that:
She remembers the day,
That she looked at the rubble,
Left from the life she once lived,
And decided it was time,
To start over again.
And this is where her journey began.
She picked her heart up from the wreckage,
And sewed it back into place.
Now here she stands,
Fearless today.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Oh,
But the way
You make butterflies swarm
In my stomach,
And my heart
Pound like a bass drum,
That makes words
Tumble from my mouth,
After diving
Off of my tongue,
In such a strange way,
Like no one before
Has ever done.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
My mind works like a dead engine.
Over and over again it turns.
It hurts me,
Just a little more each time.
For no reason at all.
Sometimes I just wish,
The **** thing would start running,
Or just completely stall.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Little Ms. Perfect sat inside,
With her nose in books,
Watching her GPA grow.
Ignoring the world outside,
Buzzing with life,
Just below her window.
It didn't interest her,
She had a plan to stick to,
A way through the life that she knew.
Until the day that little Ms. Perfect,
Realized life isn't perfect,
And away those plans went.
Now when she looks at her days,
Without regret,
She says they're days well spent.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
I am chaos in its most beautiful form.
I have a blizzard storming through my brain,
And a fire in my heart.
My thoughts and desires alone sometimes tear me apart.
For they clash, collide, and conflict with each other,
Leaving me confused on which way to go.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
I am the most put-together walking disaster that you will ever meet.
Yeah, I'm torn and tattered.
And I'm falling apart at the seams
But you'll never see that part of me.
I know how to stitch and sew,
Duct tape and super glue work wonders too, you know.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
White picket fence,
A house owned,
No rent.
A ring on my finger,
Baby on my hip,
And an amazing husband,
Who comes home to my kiss.
Oh, the age of sweet dreams and innocence...
It's time to wake up, kid.
A white picket fence?
You'll be lucky to find an apartment where you can afford rent.
You won't have a ring on your finger,
But it's quite easy to have a baby on your hip.
For a very long time,
The word "husband" will make you sick.
Even love will seem like a myth.
Long gone are the days of innocence.
Say hello to the age of disaster.
Life is wonderful,
Isn't it?
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
You changed me.
I was a wallflower.
You pulled me off the wall,
And watched me bloom.
I am now something beautiful,
And it's all thanks to you.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC