Don’t let there be gloom, it is so easy for it to grow when watered
it will cover even the most beautiful of flowers,
you’ve always been gifted with a green thumb, and a large heart
you deserve to harvest
lovely things are coming
water those blossoms because they do give fruit

Each time I hear the violins cry.
I can find my reasons for living again.
Each time I hear the wind dance.
I know there's hope right in front of me.
Each time I feel the sun bringing me joy.
I try to bring joy right back to this universe.
Just like I was born to.
Each time I hear the radio singing to me.
I know my life is something I should laugh at.
Each time the bad times come my way.
I know the good times are in the waiting room.
Waiting to come to me.
I may not even be alive by the time they arrive.
But they'll come.
They'll come.
They'll come.

All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like a mountain laughing at the river below.
Like a beautiful face you see for a second on the sidewalk.
Like a blue star glimmering in the sky, that's probably already gone.
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like true love.
Like a good song to keep us going through the day.
Like our personal heroes to make us feel like were perfectly fine.
Like a letter in a drawer you were to bring to a secret naked lover.
All goods and words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like a great big whale dancing across the sea.
Like an endless forest full of life and chaos.
Like an aspiring poet writing this poem.
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.

Thank you for being patient, I like to lose myself in what I read so it will take longer for me to finish, but once again, thank you for being a portal to a new world.

When you let go.
You will find your place in this universe, finally.
When you let go.
You will find your place inside you, hopefully.
When you let go of love.
It gets harder to hate each passing day.
When you let go of your battles.
You will find love in those battles, hopefully.
When you let go of yourself.
You will lose yourself in this world.
When you lose yourself in this world.
You will be found in this universe.
The loneliest universe of the gods.
A universe controlled by secret songs singing the soundtracks of our lives.
Laughing at every planet and pattern they create.
When they created you, they created you.
You are you.
You are you.
You are you.
You are the only you in this universe.
You are the only I in this universe.
What a lonely existence this is sometimes.

Autumn will come,
Autumn and his cold breath,
Autumn and his grey skies,
With his wilted flowers,
And his lifeless trees,
Autumn will come.
Autumn and his empty streets
He'll come with frozen dew on the grass,
He'll come with sundowns at 4 in the afternoon,
He'll slap your sleep ridden face with the morning wind,
Autumn will come.
Autumn will come with the evening rain,
Autumn will come with love-sick pain,
Autumn will rest on the heavy clouds,
Autumn will howl at your window at 6 a.m.
Autumn will come with the look of tired souls,
With the sound of heavy hearts,
With taste of the evening tea,
With the smell of bittersweet melancholy.

Don't let any one tell you who you should be in life.
Follow your heart.
Follow your soul.
Follow that remaining bit of you that makes you you.
Don't fall down to anyone who talks you down.
Whether it's your ugliness and imperfections.
Whether it's your weird behavior that we all have deep down, even them.
Whether it's your endless mistakes you never meant to make.
You're perfect when you're you.
You're perfect when you're you.
You're perfect when you're you.
Don't let anyone take control of your life and attitude.
Whether it's the church.
Whether it's the school.
Whether it's your own family, whether it's your own struggles.
Whether it's your fake voice everyone tells you to have.
Nobody hates you more than when you're being yourself.
Nobody loves you more than when you're being yourself.
The gods will sometimes put a test on trying to stop your soul to roam free.
You can do it.
And you will do it.
After it all, you will look at yourself in heaven in the end.
Just as you were born to.