I aim the old camera
And focus for the subject
As my fingers dance to adjust its settings
For the perfect shot
With my eye in the viewfinder
I angle myself
While feeling for the shutter button
...
It's picture perfect


~Click~

Please promise me
to never, ever forget
that you are worthy
just keep that mindset

I look over at you
and all I can see
is beauty through and through
let your smiles be free

Continue to grow
and you will be gifted
with peace that will flow
and hope that is lifted

A way to express
And to let yourself feel

To not bottle up
The damage inside

And to let it all out
As a way to survive

In rhythms and rhymes
To make up a song

In a way that is real
A type that is raw

And powerfully done
Ready for all

The truth then comes out
But still kept safe.

I am feeling stuck
Like I’m drowning in quicksand
Struggling to be free

From buzzing bees
To a soft breeze

My mind is calming down

The bubbles rise
And vibration dies

Thoughts flow like a gown

I'm safe right here
My nerves disappear

I don't feel like I'll drown.

How does a poem sound
When there's no rhyme around?
How do words fit
If the end does not transmit?

Rhyme, time, chime, dime.

You could write with a rhyme every line
This could change how it sounds
But still make it all align
This is now a poem that is still confound

Write, change, light, range

You could continue this pattern
And it will always sound good
But what if you don't rhyme?
How does this poem sound

Different, good, bad, odd

A poem does not need these rhymes
All it needs is feel
Something that is special
And is powerful anyways.

Wipe away the dark on a cold cloudy day
Entering our souls with light, where it will lay

Make us feel warm through the coldest hours
And wrap us in safety with the smell of flowers

What we need is the shine from the sun's bright light
To keep us away from life's hurtful fight

So be the sun that will light up a life
Let out your warmth and chase off the strife.

To learn to be calm
Is something I long to know
Can't wait for that day

I try and I try to fight through the page

To create my own lines and feel all my pain

But yet I get nothing. No prize in return.

So all of that pain tore through me for what?

I hate writing poems but I do so anyways

And I continue to hurt with no good to come.

Flowers start out as buds
Not knowing what they'll look like
But, when they bloom
They're magnificent
Each one alike in species
Yet, each one unique
Different
But still, as gorgeous as ever

Just like us.
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Oh, to be like the rain on a warm summer's day
To fall to the Earth and allow cool air to stay

The good kind of rain that refreshes the skin
And we dance in the fields as we lift up our chin

Oh, to be this fine rain will fill me with glee
I listen with a smile as the drops hit the tree

The good kind of rain is all that I need
As I wait and I wait for my love to be freed

You can
finish your workout

You can
study for that test

You can
smile again

You can
text a friend

You can
start an adventure

You can
tell them you like them


You can
do anything because
if you put your mind to it
You can
Do
Anything.

Trust me.

Come out, come out
Wherever you are
Come out
And find me
So we could be together
Once again
Like we used to.

Even in the worst of times,
what can one do but just
sit back
and simply allow
every
single
tiny emotion
wash right over them

I’m blocked

Can’t think of anything to write
Searching for inspiration with a fight

I’m locked

Scanning my head for lines
Scouring my heart that confines

I’m shocked

Nothing to say
No words to pay

I’m clocked

Nothing on the sheet
The clock I can’t beat

I’m blocked?

Turns out I just wrote a poem
While suffering from writer’s block

If ever you're down
In a dark, dark place
And ready to drown
To leave the Earth's face

Just, please, always remember
Somebody loves you
They'll spark your damp ember
Because they'll always love you

You are alive
You'll breakthrough
And you can thrive
Because
They love you.

Listen to me now,
You are stronger than you know.
Just take a deep breath.