i think i like the view better
Up here at 37,000 feet
where stratus top dunes create an endless sea
washing over my past life
mopping my conscious clean
Up here where the moon may listen and stars shall sing
and the sun sets within arms reach
and on the horizon
the gates of heaven glow
casting my shadow over the hells below

i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.

That beauty that you’re searching for
It won’t be found in me
At least not where you’re looking
It won’t be found in my eyes or my smile
Nor will you see it in the curves of my  
    hips or the arch of my spine
But Maybe
If you close your eyes
You might catch a glimpse
Here, listen
Listen to me
Focus on the words that I say and the way  
   that I speak
Hear the steady rhythm of this lonely  
   heart beat
This is the beauty that your eyes may never see
What?
You can’t hear it?
Well maybe
You can feel it
Here, come close
Oh, but keep your eyes closed

i cut up my mind with the
sharpened edges of my emotions while
        tears
            flow like
   mighty
           rivers
carving the names of every sorrow
into the depths of the
                   skin
                          on my
                     sunken        
                               face
then staring into my water’s reflection  
i start to question
                                     why
                                            i am
                                  bleeding
                                                 out

Painting with depressions
Forces us to see
Even the sweetest blues
Bleed red

he once told me
the truth is funny
“but” he says
the truth also hurts
so I’m left to wonder:
do i laugh in its face
or weep in the mirror?