So, you’re up before four
For no reason it seems
Must mean that you found
A poem in your dreams

*Okay, brain, give it up
I’m not in a mood to play
Just let it flow out
Say what you have to say

You think you’re groggy?!
Got nothing, you plead?!
You think you’re tired?!
You’re the one who woke me *

So, you sit here and think
With this pain in your head
It’s quiet inside and out…
Oh bother!
You might as well go back to bed

cannot be bought
cannot be found in stores
cannot be touched
or held in your hands

the gifts I want to give you

are the gifts I meant to give you all along
but did not know how
the gifts I tried to give you but could not,
not enough

the gifts I want to give you

won't warm you body
like a woolen sweater
but will warm your spirit

the gifts I want to give you

won't satisfy your hunger
like a box of chocolates
but will soothe a craving
in your soul

the gifts I want to give you

won't be music
played on a machine
but will stir music
deep in your heart

the gifts I want to give you

won't be a book of words
already written
but will be your own
fresh book for you to fill
with your life

the gifts I want to give you

won't be gadgets or tools
won't fit into a box wrapped
in shiny paper
won't have bright colored
bows or tags

the gifts I want to give you
love
 strength
   self-worth
    acceptance
     a free spirit

are all this and more...

I don't want to give you the sun
I want to give you its light
to warm you
and help you find your way

I don't want to give you the moon
I want to give you the eyes
to see its beauty,
the soul to feel its power

I don't want to give you the stars
I want to give you the desire
to reach for them
yourself

the gifts I want to give you
are all this and more

We are all so clever,
With our posts and our lies,
And honest comments deleted
To wither and die.
Filters for beauty free of flaws
So we may withstand societies claws.
So we upload
pictures, stories and posts.
I wounder what is it
we long for the most?
To be accepted?
To be seen?
To cause envy?
Or Jealousy?
What is the point?
The whole worlds plugged in,
And we all have hundreds of thousands of “friends”.
yet who is it that
truly cares for us in the end?
Face to face?
What a disgrace!
Letters to send?
This must come to an end!
Written word?
Thats simply absurd!
Memories made?
They still do that these days?!
Now this is a crazy idea..
Just a thought..
But,
What if we all....
Just unplugged?
Not once or twice
And call it a night,
But more like a day?
To spend as you may?
To feel the sun?
To laugh with friends?
And make beautiful memories
to carry with you til the end?
Enjoy the moment of pure bliss,
Without
filters, comments or harsh judgements.
To be yourself
and embrace your life,
Then when your done
You can replug.
And check on all your comments and likes.
And see which was the thing you remember at night.

sometimes
i want to
s c r a t c h  m y  s k i n  o f f
peel it off my body
in a desperate attempt
to set free the
self-hatred and anxiety

sometimes
i want to
t a k e  a  k n i f e  t o  m y  f a t
carving it away
shaping my body
into something
that won't disgust me

sometimes
i want to
s t a r t  o v e r
take an unforgiving blade
to the girl i used to be
run away until my lungs burst
and i'm finally set free

What am I even doing anymore?
Depression has dug its claws into
My very core.
They say that I’ll make it,
If only I am strong.
But now I’m starting to wounder
If I’ve been going about it all wrong.