Sink to the bottom;
Blues, green
Away from the shallow;
No more hallow;
Feeling the full weight
Of the deepest part.
Life of a mermaid
My tail beating against
The bottom forcing sand
To cover the depth.
Let me rest in deep.
No answers to be had.
Just rest for my weary self.

in every complex, nonsensical pattern
there is a logic
that is beautiful and sublime

There are different reasons why you write.
You write because...
...you're happy?
you're sad?
you're delighted?
you're mourning?
keeping a secret?
But whichever reason you have,
you still write what's inside.
What other people can't see,
can't decipher beneath the words you speak,
can't understand the emotions flowing
through the sentences you can't speak out loud.
You write, pouring the feelings you can't let out,
you write. using the words you once thought can't explain what you feel.
You write, thinking that someone out there can finally discern what you're hiding inside.

We're afraid to live.
We're afraid to die.
We're afraid to try.
We're afraid of what happens if we don't try.
We're afraid to love.
We're afraid to commit.
We're afraid people think we're full of ****.
We're afraid of the truth.
We're afraid to lie.
We're afraid people will think we're weak if they see us cry.
We're afraid to feel.
We're afraid of fear.
But knowledge is power.
So now that you know what you fear,
what are you going to do about it right now? Right here?

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

Yesterday
I took a walk in the park
found Hello
but she refused to play
I saw the heartbeat, of Helios
lofty heels horses kick
but nothing came my way
the sunflower
dropped its head
the nightcrawlers fled
I scratched my head
yet hello had nothing
left to say
On the night of mares
with no place to let
drafted to death
I mean a man is a man
a woman needs her love
talking heads
meet and treat
love doves,
only happen
after hey.