Searching for something
Not sure where to go
Just feeling around
In a big empty hole

The darkness is blinding
I can't find my way
My senses are gone
I wish they would have stayed

My path is uncertain
The future unknown
The choices to make
I must make all alone

There's nothing to help me
My time's running out
I better choose quickly
There's no time for doubt

I hope that my future
And what waits for me
Will somehow be bright
I'll be happy and free

But first there's this choice
I must find my way
Should I leave all I know?
Or be safe and just stay?

Everyone has a song that is uniquely their own.
And once they learn to play it.
Nothing in the world.
Nothing at all.
Can stop them from achieving their dreams.
Reaching new heights.
And making the world a better place for us all.

Its the worst feeling in the world; knowing that you loved someone who drove you to near madness.
Someone who chipped away at your sanity; bruised you, twisted you mentally, damaged you in irreparable ways.
Every day you try to heal, forget, but there is a hollow part inside of you that will never be the same again.
It's the worst feeling in the world to be crushed by someone you love, even when you knew that loving them wasn't in your own best interest.
You knew that something was off.
You knew you should have run; gone far away from the toxic vapor released by the relationship.
It was a chain reaction; each product driving you even further into madness.
They manipulated you.
Lied to you.
Faked their affections.
Tried to use you.
You let them. Just a little.
But you caught yourself just in time.
You saved yourself.
You escaped.
Even when they played you right until the very end.
You like who you are in the aftermath.
You relish the strength you feel being free from his clutches.
You adore knowing that you outsmarted even the worst of the narcissists.
But the paranoia remains.
It finds you.
In the night; in the day.
Around every corner.
But you will be free.
You will be okay.
It was the worst feeling in the world.
But it's over.
You survived.
They may have tried to crush you, but you remain whole even still.
In the end, they did not win.
They never will.
Perhaps you may feel damaged, but you will rebuild.
And you will learn.

I was upstairs doing science
I came down for a break
I had sixty seconds to eat a snack
So I fixed myself a shake.

I sipped for fifteen minutes
Then my mother said, "Alright.
It's time to go upstairs to work
or we're gonna have a fight

I looked up at the clock
and I said to mom, "Already?
I still have fifty seconds left
and I still want some spaghetti."

I went to my computer and
I played a fishing game.
I played for twenty minutes
till my mom called out my name

"It's time to go upstairs, my dear!
The day is near its end!"
I still had forty seconds, though
and emails left to send

I sat down on the piano bench
and played the whole book through.
My birds began to chirp and tweet
I clapped my hands and stomped my feet.

My mom began to scream and shout
"Get up, go work, or you'll be out!"
"I only played six songs you know!
I've thirty seconds left to go!"

I opened the door
and stepped quickly outside
I searched for ten minutes
for a good place to hide.

I heard some rustling
very nearby and
a short moment later,
my mom cried out, "WHY??"

"You're deliberately wasting!
Go on! Do your school!
You're driving me crazy!
I'm starting to drool!"

"Please mom, come on!
I thought you were smart.
I've got twenty seconds,
I think I'll do art!"

I got out my pencils,
crayons and paint
I scribbled on paper.
My mom, she felt faint.

"You're getting me mad!
My hair's turning grey!
My skin's turning purple!"
She started to say.

She collapsed on the floor
and screamed ****** ******.
I think everyone in the world
could have heard her.

"Why aren't you working?
I really don't know!
Waiting for you is like
watching grass grow!"

My painting of oranges,
roses and pears,
was super fantastic
but mom didn't care.

I cleaned up the brushes
and rinsed out my hair.
And all this I did
with ten seconds to spare!

I looked out the window,
the sky was pitch black.
The day, it was over,
there's no turning back.

My science, unfinished,
my math stayed undone.
My mother lay limp,
but at least I had fun!

Coming out the other end of something has you feeling around to make sure you brought all your body parts through the portal with you.

You Can't Make People Change.


They Can Only Change Themselves.

Find joy in the moments that aren't noticed.
They are the ones that contain the most meaning.
The best feeling in the world is to be amongst people who don't think about the downs.
People who don't care what life throws at them.
It is the best type of happiness.

A cute little girl with leaves in her hair
Sits by a tree and chews on a pear.
Her clothes are all matted with dirt and debris
She sits in the mountains,
her face to the sea

She's holding a pen with flowers and hearts
she's writing on paper and using her smarts
Someone next to her pokes her in the arm
She puts down her pen and
then turns in alarm

I miss you.
I miss the days of laughter.
I miss the years of history and inside jokes.
I miss the feeling of being known and understood.

I'm not sure where things went wrong.
I don't know the point where you shut me out or where you decided against having me in your life.
I'm not sure if it's temporary, or permenant.

However, I know that you'll always be remembered fondly in my heart.

You were my calm point in a sea of chaos.

However, water is constantly churning, moving, and changing. You'll never see the same wave twice. And while you may love a spot on a beach, you can't wait for the same molecules to return every time. That's just how it works.

Your fingers drum against the chair.
A step from sleep a mile out of reach
You close your eyes but your mind sticks.
It won’t allow you to drift away.
You’ve done nothing for hours but sit and tap.
Your hands are numb from the dark cold fear.
And the foreboding dread of untold news.
You knew it was coming as it always had.
There is no saying what can not be.
The words need not be spoken aloud.
They have already flooded into my soul.
This is courtesy of life.
There is no stopping what fate dreams up.
There is only your internal strength that
stops your falling to the floor.
Although you may want to crumble in
the long hours waiting in the dark.
There still is time to emerge at the end
of a long, tiresome day.
And even though you know it’s true.
That what you’ll learn after the long, sad wait
will not be what you’d like to hear,
Hope will always be outside.
Sitting in a sunny patch.
Waiting just for you.

Watch where you step,
although the forest seems kind
it has a nasty secret
and might just bite you
from behind.

You're always in my mind
No matter what time of day
You're always on the tip of my tongue
And on the end of my pen
I've had my best times with you
And my worst
Our lives quite rarely intertwine
We're always traveling separate paths
But that's what makes our friendship so special
I can tell you anything
And you'll never judge
And you can tell me anything
Knowing that I won't
You are only one of few
But if you are one of those
You'll know it when you read this poem
Because this poem is for you
You make my life special
And keep my head high
And when I think that all is lost
You surprise me by showing up
Right when I need you most
This poem I wrote so that you'll see
Exactly what you mean to me
So thank you to those rare few
For everything and all you do
You keep a smile on my face
And make this world a better place

When something hurts you inside, you repel it until it's impossible to ignore. You deny that anything can touch you, harm you from the inside.
It's hard to be empty, but still feel the pain too.
It's hard to even know what you're feeling.
Or why you're feeling it.

Soil turned in summer’s eye
Flattened blades from weary boots
Trees are singing; hopping birds
Return their polyphonic tune
Rusty Chevys rumble by
Wandering, but never lost
Laughter makes the soil gleam
Restless wheels and sodden leaves
Stories follow, day by day
Always moving, never rest
Scent of timber feeds each breath
Far from home, but never left

Where are you?
Where have you gone?
I'd like know.
Where have you gone?
One day you're here,
The next you're not.
I'd like to know.
Where have you gone?
I'm standing here.
Just like a fool.
My eyes are wide.
I nearly drool.
I'm standing here,
Just like a fool.
I'd like to know.
Where have you gone?
Please let me know.
Where have you gone?
Is it just me?
Or is it you?
I'd like to know.
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Let me know
Just where you are.
Are you near?
Or are you far?
Just let me know
Just where you are.
I miss you here
It's so bizarre.
But until you're ready,
Au revoir.
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?

Your worth is not in other people.

It is not when you look most beautiful, or in the thank yous disguised as apologies.

Your worth is in the days you pick up the pieces even as they slice your fingers.

It is tucked away in poems you'll never share because they are too painful, and smuggled past the battles you win benownst to none.

It's in the tiny victories, and the small moments that mean ever so much.

Your worth is in the size of your heart whether or not others can expand enough to contain it.

It exists in the tears you choose to give the world, for they are gifts of the care you hold within you.

Your worth is in the sparkle your eyes hold when nothing can stop you.  

It shines in your shamelessness and in your effervescence.

For nothing can take away your worth when you are priceless.

It's the hardest thing to catch
Even when the light is gone
And no sound can be heard

The bugs chirp out the window
As you sink into your bed
And rethink the day
From sunrise to sunset

It runs away
It runs away

You reach for it
Every conversation replays itself
The voices blur inside your head

Your troubles scream your name
Chasing away every dream
Just past your fingertips
Gone as the day

It runs away
It runs away

Your eyes are wide open
Sweat pours down your face
Every insecurity, every fear

You wonder what the day will bring
But long for blissful rest
The demons keep you captive
As it runs away

It runs away

It's the hardest thing to catch
What slips through every darkness
It leaves you there to tremble

And that which runs from light
Blooms in the dark.
And you are left to face
All alone
With what finds you in the night.

My mother once told me:
No one can hurt you.
No person can hurt you.
Nothing can hurt you.

My mother once told me:
No one can hurt you.
Unless you let them.
Only you can hurt yourself.

Words are the key to the door between
Reality and fantasy. Through writing, you can really see
Inside a person. You can learn their secrets, things they'd never
Tell anyone. Writing allows you to let others see
Inside you, for when
No one's looking you in the eye, it is easy to
G**ive them your heart.

You know you're a poet when you're up till 4 am pairing words for future rhymes.

You know you're a poet when you nearly **** your best friend over a notepad and a pen.

You know you're a poet when you cry at night after the words you wrote on your hand that morning got rubbed off during the day.

Learn to move on without an apology or an explanation.

Learn to let go without the closure that you deserve.

Keep your head high through the blows dealt by people who don't try to understand you.

Learn to be okay with people thinking badly of you.

Learn not to care what people say behind your back.

Understand your worth, regardless of those who take advantage of your kindness.

Learn to smile even when the tears are welling up.

Learn to respond with Grace, even if battles are raging around you.

Know who you really are, and be true to that no matter what.

Learn to be proud of your intentions, your values, and your feelings.

Learn that the future will always hold better things.

Know that good things will come if you put love out into the world.

You were here to teach me that I could be loved again.

You were here to teach me that sometimes the best things are the most fleeting.

You were here to teach me that it's okay to have faith even if you don't believe.

You were here to teach me that good days are possible.

You were here to teach me that while you weren't my forever, you were what I wanted my forever to feel like.

You were here to remind me that everyone is human, no matter how strong they seem.

You were here to teach me that it is possible for someone to give as much as I do.

You were here to teach me that I could love fully and completely.

You were here to teach me what true happiness felt like.

You were here to teach me that not everything is what it seems.

You were here to teach me that just because someone stops loving me, doesn't mean I'm not worthy of it.

You were here to teach me that sometimes there is nothing I can do.

You were here to teach me to let go of the things I can't control.

You were here to teach me that it doesn't matter how much I love someone if they don't love me back.

You were here to teach me that I can love someone mentally different from myself.

You were here to teach me that communication only goes as far as the comprehender.

You were here to teach me that sometimes the biggest war is within oneself.

You were here to teach me that I can survive loss.

You were here to teach me that I'm much stronger than I thought I was.

You were here to teach me that no matter how angry I get, I can never let go of the love I received.

You were here to teach me that I don't hold a grudge when I truly love someone.

You were here to teach me that it's okay to let go, even when I don't want to.

You were here to teach me that there are beautiful people in the world that crack under pressure.

You were here to teach me that tears are just love falling away.

You were here to teach me that it's okay not to be okay, but that I will be.