Body of water
you love the way it moves
feel it grow stronger
as the sun sets
Dark skies and bright moon
invite you to rest
but you feel alive
as the world sleeps

Waves crashing into rocks
making a roaring sound
captured in slow motion
deep within your mind
Dark skies and the blue moon
invite you to gaze
at the stars up above
until your troubles fade

My mind is in overdrive
All my thoughts are amplified
I need a megaphone
I don't really know what for
But I feel if I scream,
it will make my thoughts real

I have a sweet melody
playing in my head
I probably should work
on my life instead
but words keep echoing in my mind
My brain is always occupied

Are you eating anything else besides bubblegum?
Because you matter!

To the moon and back you said -
I guess you've landed on earth again.

The old man said:
The key to contentment is to find yourself
deep within yourself until you can learn to drown out the voices of the world.

There are questions I don't know
on an exam I studied for
the teacher told me,
When in doubt, go with C
but I see no way out
from the nightmare I'm dreaming
until, I wake up in fright
because I failed a test
for a class I never had

"You made it this far" you said.
Yes! I made it this far...
it was the first time
I heard it said out loud by someone else.
and Oh what solace it was to hear
that I'm still alive
and able to thrive.
Yes! I made this Far!

Everything seems urgent but it's not.

It showcases your footprints
your handwritten I love you's, and will you marry me's
you draw a smiley face and add follow you dreams
the possibilities are endless so you keep carving your messages

Then the wind blows and so the waves rise
they wash away the imprint you left behind
standing ashore, you watch the sand castles collapse
But your memories...your memories will stay intact

I write
then delete
sometimes I shred
and repeat
Never once knowing  
the right words
that will give you peace

Nothing comes easily to me
except maybe impulsivity
it dawned on me recently
that my time on earth is transitory
I was depressed for a while, but
it is what it is so let it be it
I decided to chase my dreams
only, I didn't have the courage
it's too late to apologize to myself
for not realizing what my dreams were

My mind wanders a few times a day
I let it go wherever it may
I'm positive it will come back again

I wonder why people cry when they're happy
Isn't crying for sadness only?  
I remember when my friend passed
I asked God why it happened
I felt as though we would live forever
until the glass ceiling was shattered
I still do believe life has a purpose
if not, then what's the reason behind it?  

I sometimes pray I pass before he does
I know that's messed up but imagine the sorrow of loss  
I have low tolerance for pain hence why I take aspirin
I didn't understand addiction
until my coffee spilled

Life is a great big mystery
for anyone that lives it
If you're ever feeling alone
remember, we're all in this together
every time somebody tells you no
just get stronger

Honestly, I give advice more than I take
it's probably because I think way too far ahead
when I feel lost, I imagine I'm in this place
it's green and sunny, but kind of chilly
but it's cool, I like sweaters

I love you always
-Sincerely, your Inner voice

Your embrace is like
the warmth I get
from sunshine!

I want to write to save my life.
To put to rest what’s eating me up inside.
Pull it out from the traps within my heart and watch it unfold.
I pull it out with the might of my mind and the dexterity of my fingers. Good bye. So long.
They will finally stop scaring my sprits to the corners of my soul. They will no longer shiver. They are Reborn.
Maybe what saves me can save you. And what saves us can save them. A seed, a bud, a tree. I write so I save me.

Thrown off the beaten path,
I'm slowly surrendering to lull of
insouciance that slithered into my limbs.
Heart palpitates, then settles
dampened by the trickle of rain outside;
time still runs like she does.
Always forward never back:
to do, to be, to say, to sweat, to grind,
to chase,
to chase,
to chase...
To what end?
Until we run out of breath?
Or we can sit, and wait, and ponder...
to what end?
Until we run out of breath!

It seems the ones that profit the most
never pay the price.
I hate that.
And I hate hate because it lurks behind
everybody's heart.

I wish I can turn a day into
forever there with you.

Hands on my head, panicked.
Heart rhythm indicates:
Exhausted.

Why do I feel restless
whenever I'm near you?
Why do I feel hopeless
like I don't deserve you ?
Why do I care too much
about what you think of me?
Does this mean I like you
or that I don't like me?

Life, although hard and fraught with a series of conflicts,
you make living it better.