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Iz Jun 2021
We spend hours planning our lives with our friends as children,
but we never plan the disasters
We never plan for the waves so high they wash away the hope
we plan for the best days, the big days and those in between
but why don’t we plan for the pain, the hurt and the disappointment,
It’s almost like I set myself up with these ideas of true accomplishment
I dreamed of a life filled with more than this
And now when I share the life story of me there is one term I hear over all else
How could somebody so young with so much hope be crushed so deeply?
How could they not?
What keeps us from the inevitable?
I think I wanted so much I wanted to go so far
Although I shot for the moon I did not land amongst stars
I landed in the vast emptiness of disappointment, the dread you feel once it’s all laid out in front of you
ever memory ever moment seems so much bigger than it did,
Maybe I never stopped to smell the roses
Or maybe I just didn’t realize how good they smelled at the time
But I can tell you when looking back at my life although sadder than expected it’s a road I’ve been assigned, and turmoil looks a lot more like growth the farther you walk the line
Iz Feb 2021
There’s strangers I’ve loved unconditionally,
In train stations and subways their eyes have met mine,
In checkout lines and park trails their words have left me comforted
In the ugliness of it all strangers have shown me beauty
For it’s not about the time you’ve known someone
But the relentless respect and adoration they’ve shown you
In this angry world I’ve found happiness I carry with me through all of my days
There’s smiles engrained so deeply in my heart I can’t help but feel their warmth
theres strangers in this world that I have
loved, and there are strangers who have loved me
Tell somebody something nice today <3
Iz Jul 2020
I gave everything I had to you and still you wanted more
I broke my ribs to make you trinkets
And my skin to keep you warm
I overworked my emotions just to keep you from feeling bored
Now here I am
And worn
Iz May 2020
Think of the trauma
As a seasoning
And you
The fine steak
Iz May 2020
There’s pictures on the walls of my childhood homes with holes so deep behind them you’d get lost if you went in alone
  Mar 2020 Iz
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Iz Mar 2020
The Thursday before your passing you crossed my mind
I planned on sending a package with a letter inside
Maybe some writings I thought you’d like
But it was foolish of me to assume I had more time
It just takes a minute to remember every memory
All the unspoken words
All the times shared laughing
It is more painful now than I imagined it would be
These words I never spoke will forever be stuck with me
But that’s the thing about time
It’s unforgiving
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