a woman
holding a sign
saying:
please help
need money.

she might be fake
but what if she’s not?
does it really matter?

The most bitter things
Can be sweet

Sickly sweet lies
And bittersweet goodbyes

Sweet, sweet love
Turned bitter by time

The most bitter things
Can be sweet
And so can I.

What meets the eye
Could be anything in disguise
So why obsess over it
When what’s important is within?

I’m a run-on sentence
Too much work to be payed attention

I’m bad at it.

Maybe
If I write happy things
It’ll leak onto me...

I look in the mirror
And I don’t recognize
The pitiful little girl
Gazing back.

There is so much sadness
In her eyes
In these moments
When it’s just me and her
No one else there
No one I have to be happy for.

If what is bad for the heart
Is good for art
Then you’re gonna make me into a Picasso.

You envelope me
Surround me
Surreally surpassingly sizable.

Your blue majesty
Blankets me
Making my world a bit brighter.

Love, Earth

Thanks for an answer
That’s all I can ask for
When “knowledgeable” people
Don’t tell me anything
Thank you for answers
Thank you for hearing me
Thank you for listening
And not talking as much.

As snow falls
I am filled with calm
Until I am reminded
Remembering
That people put Christmas decorations
Up before Halloween.
The calm is banished
Because
Who the frick does that??

The stars
Start to peek out
Waking up
From their sleep
Climbing out
The horizon.

Is it
An airplane
Or a shooting star
Passing by?

I can never tell.

You give me life
Yet you **** me
A little every day.

I ask of you
What did I ever do to you?
Except nourish
And raise you
All for you to rule me.

Love, Earth

Why am I not good enough.
I wake up.
I look into the mirror trying to remember what I look like before.
I walk into my closet.
No clothes good enough.
I find some people might like.
Tight clothes, uncomfortable too.
But the fact is that everyone will like them.
I put on makeup trying to recognize the girl I saw when I woke.
I can’t.
The girl in the mirror, stealing my reflection.
You walk into school with girls you don’t even like
But they are popular
That’s all you wanted.
You can’t though
Because you work hard at school
And you stop working hard to walk in with those girls
Why am I not good enough
You look at those popular girls wishing you were them
Why am I not good enough
That night you take off your makeup
Why am I so ugly
Why am I not good enough
I am good enough
Wake up the next morning
Wear clothes you comfortable in
Wear no makeup
Be the person you are.
Work hard in class
Get straight As
You are good enough.

Consult with the rain
Speak with the flowers
Keep your individuality
Don’t be like the others.

Keep your angelic innocence
But if you lose it, don’t be bitter
Be a misser or hitter, but don’t be a sitter
Follow your gut and also your heart
Your intuition matters.

Don’t doubt yourself so much
Have faith in yourself
Keep your kindness
Always offer a hug, even when their tears soak your shirt.

Just be you.

When I was younger
Things were simple
I was simple
I miss simple.

When you were younger
You were my best friend
We were best friends

Where did we go?

“Sanity is not statistical”
According to George Orwell
You cannot measure
Human brain-power
Insanity
Or any of the like.

No percents
Or dotted graphs
Can show you if you’re crazy.

You might be the crazy one
Or the world is the one who’s wrong.

I’m a dreamer, a visionary
I see a future full of wonder
A fantastical fantasy
Where I might be free
But I can never be free
From me.

I live in the future
I dismiss the past.
Memories hardly forgotten
Rise to the surface
Just to be drowned out again.

I am a dreamer, a visionary,
But I am lost in my dreams
My thoughts scatter in various directions
And I can’t find the present again
The past creeps behind me
Getting vengeance.

Evil and good is based on perspective
But I know that you are not even close to evil

You might be afraid I might leave you
But I won’t, I won’t, I won’t

Happiness is hard to get and even harder to keep
But you are it, and I won’t leave you

The world may be scary and sad
But I am here, and we will be okay

We may not be okay
But it will happen
Someday

Meanwhile
Accept your demons
And accept yourself
While you still have to deal with them

I just realized
I say real a lot
Am I afraid of the fake
Am I afraid of lies?

I don’t know
Because I lie a lot
Sadly
I need to fix that
Am I afraid of myself?

Please
Don’t equivocate
I want to know
What you are trying to say.

Please
Just tell me
Because I don’t understand
What you want from me.

What do you want from me?

You seem not to me cold
But beautiful and pure
Your cool, distinct touch,
Taking residence everywhere.

Your grace is unimaginable
Landing softly on the ground
A ballet dancer
Maybe even pointe.

Love, Earth

Must you be so annoying?
Must you be so rude?
Must you be so everything
That ruins the mood?

I say to the mirror.

Some things cannot be memorized
Thought out.

Sometimes logic
Cannot solve.

Sometimes one must feel
And it may be hard
That’s ok
Because you can’t always get by
Being booksmart.

Poor poor Sisyphus
Rolling a stone up a hill
Nearly get to the top, he did
But the rock rolled down and fell.

Crushed beneath the burden
Of his own type of hell
Destined to labor forever
Rolling that **** stone up a hill.

You see grey
Where I see yellow
Sunshine colors
Vibrant orange.

While you are surrounded
By bright blues
And pretty pinks
I am enveloped
By blacks
And dreary browns.

Why can’t we ever see the same?

Now they are all wondering
If, this time, I will reform
Or return to stumbling
Through life as if it’s a chore.

I hope I’ll be different,
To be rose-tinted, lovely.
I’ll reclaim lost innocence,
Locked, a key fitting snugly.

This, for love with conditions,
All this, to just make them proud.
I’m the newest edition,
Won’t you believe in me now?

I have always thought in words.
An inner monologue
Always was busy with thought.
Today I was thinking
About differences.
We all have differences
We are different
We embrace these differences.
Or, at least most of us do.
Well, anyways,
I thought:
Aren’t we all human?
We are-at the core-
The same.
We are equal in our humanity.
In fact,
Sentient creatures of all kinds
Share a certain humanity-
A certain awareness-
That all living things hold.
So therefore,
Why do humans, who so intensely value their own humanity,
Why do they oppress
And afflict pain
Unto their fellow beings of humanity?
Of course
I am not an exemption
Of the **** sapiens habit
Of inconsideration.
I am imperfect as the rest of you are-
I just want to know what drives
A few select humans
To be so unkind.

You are not the same on the inside
You wear a mask
Why won’t you let me see
The beauty you keep from me?

When I’m being rained on
And the sun finally reveals itself
You are the one wonderful wonder
Showing me the color I had forgotten.

You fill me with amazement
As you arch overhead.
Making me wish
Instead of Earth I could be sky.

Love, Earth

One day
I’ll be blown away
And you can look for me there
I’m not quite sure where.

I’m not sure what you are
You seem like a Star
A star that’s dying
And becoming a black hole.
I know that if I get ****** in
If I get ****** into him
I’ll get ripped to pieces
Yeah, I won’t come out again.

I think you must have come
From a planet revolving around another sun,
Because when you speak
I seem to think
That two atoms have collided.
When we crashed it was like the Big Bang
Two particles floating, floating away,
But then you slammed into me
And you blew me away.

One day
I’ll be blown away
And you can look for me there
I’m not quite sure where.

It’s raining cats and dogs
And probably raining hogs
What if our own idioms
Suddenly became real?

“Oh, all I did was **** time”
Say that, and end up in jail
And hell, for that matter.
“Punch the clock”
Ow, that hurt
Don’t punch solid wood kids.

it comes and goes like waves,
she said to me.
it’s okay, one day, it’ll go away,
she said to me.
the ocean never stays the same, you know,
she said to me.
if that great, big body of water can change,
so can you,
she said to me.

i love you,
i said to her.

If this is all a dream
A messed up fantasy
A nightmare set free
Into the real world
Why haven’t I woken up yet.

Humans
Are always fascinated
By beauty.
And yet
When we see the world’s beauty
We destroy it
In a greedy attempt
To take it for ourselves.

I’m splitting at the seams.
I’m drowning in reams and reams
Of papers that are due,
I’m breaking because of you too.

Everything is becoming too much
You tell me to quiet, to hush,
But I can’t because there’s too much to do,
I’m sorry, I cannot listen to you.

Sadness is like water.
You sink beneath it
And it tells you to stay.

When you do,
it shrinks you
And wrinkles you
Until you’re nothing more
Than a clump of pruny skin
In a bathtub of sad.

To be honest
I’m usually happy,
I’m the happy me everyone needs.

But when I break
I crack
I cry ‘cause I’m human,
I hold the sad like a blanket.

But the blanket is ice cold
Yet it still takes a while
To throw it off my shoulders.

I look up overhead and see
A dark cloud that’s constantly following me

her voice shivered on the precipice.
everything sounded like begging.
i felt it rise like bile but i
swallowed it whole and became a
good little soldier in the line of
fire. left-right-left-left
left-right-left right out that door
and pulled in all directions, feeling the
beginnings
of unraveling.

it feels like sinking.

it feels like the way wet paper
disintegrates
under the weight of
your touch, rends itself more
with each attempt to hold it
together. no, no glue
can fix this, nothing
can fix this now.

but i am a good soldier.

left-right-left-left
left-right-left-left
left-right-le­ft-left
left-right—
screeching, screeching,
jagged and ******
across the chalkboard.

suddenly sprinting, screaming—the kind
that rips out of the hole forming
inside you, landslides and avalanches, the
shriek of stone to rock to dirt.

roadside, arms flailing, trying
so hard to be seen.

𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺—

suddenly, the sound of sirens.

Beauty seems to darken
In the shadows of this
Worsening existence.
Sounds jump at me
Sabotaging my happiness.
Fear is my only enemy.
.
.
.
Fear is my only friend.

Can I depend on you?
Do you think so too?
Can I let you in?
Can I trust in you?

I am comfortable with you.
Should I be?

Is this a real fantasy
Lost in my own ecstasy
Convinced this is reality
But really it’s just a dream.

You ask
Why I cause issues
All the time.
I don’t say
That I don’t cause issues all the time.

You ask me
Why I can’t be normal
I don’t say
I don’t wanna be.

You say you’re scared
I don’t say
I am too.

Amid the chaos
Of humanity
We try to fix
All of the wrong things
Convinced that
Fixing small problems
Will hand us
A small semblance
Of control.

Here’s our breaking news:
A church shooting
Bullet holes in pews.

Here it is; news of the day
Down in Texas
A hurricane.

The more I watch
The more my hopes
Unravel
Like weathered ropes.

Build a tower
To watch it fall
Run and cower
When it calls.

Write a story
To burn the book
Take the glory
Take what was took.

Breath the air
To spit it out
Create with care
To be filled with doubt.