Shoulders that brush against mine
And searching eyes that connect
And find nothing but a question

Fingertips feeling their way around a handle
Feet scrambling to pass new character
Drunk in the moment and dizzy from anticipation
Will you recognize me?...
The old me?
The person I never was.
The beating heart I will be...
The me...that no one knows..perfect
              Strangers.

Two young woman are
Sitting across from each other
Soaking in the sun and scattering drops of rain.

Two sisters get to know each other again after what feels like years, over silly things like tattoos and muffins and how he held her close to him like he couldn't get enough.

The younger of the two wants to say how much she loves him. She wants to say so badly that he makes her pupils dilate too and he smiles like the sun and she doesn't want to lose that warmth.

As best friends they should be able to tell each other everything...but they've been apart for sometime and the age difference is a rift between them on occasion.

I just want to say that the love you feel, that mom feels, it's running through me too.

Where do the lies
Fall after leaving your tongue?

She begins
to stare out the windows
of every place she goes
She slept a few nights in a stranger's home

Looked out his window
And begged the sun to stay
She wished for the morning to
breathe through the lights again

The nights became empty again
She fell in love with a stranger's room
The way she could breathe so easily
and talk so clumsily to herself

Closed the door and didn't
feel like locking it
She didn't have to lock herself in
to feel okay

Sie beobachtet manchmal ihre Mutter rauchen und versuchen, in ein Koma zu trinken und manchmal
Sie will das selbe machen
Um diesen Schmerz loszuwerden
Aber sie weiß es besser

Some people,
Are angelic. Graceful. Godly.
They are otherworldly
In their beauty

And others
They are hell and heaven
On Earth
Imperfect and rough
Around the edges
With witchcraft
Under their skin

The biggest problem
About air
Is knowing when to hold your breath
Or
When to breathe

I don't have to
Prove anything to anyone
Because
The truth is still the truth
No matter who believes
The lies

Lonely nights like this
And up for conversations with the stars
Had one milky way in my drink too many
And enough moons under my feet
To last many big bang theories over again

The stars seemed bored
Just..floating there next to Saturn
And I finally got the courage to ask..
For his constellation
And he said he likes my sun spots
That are resting across my axis

And told him that it must be nice
To be constantly revolving
Around someone else's  own orbit
Well...
And at this point I couldn't help but notice
He was glowing I swear
They can kind of be ***(troids) sometimes

Wow..and he could be a cometian.
Stars are funny that way

Yes,




                                 we
                    are                       so young                  
     compared                            to the
            Earth.                           And Earth  
           is still                               a      
                               child.

Zůstaneš?

You adults
Do ridiculous things
Like not telling your children
That you are okay.

Because if you wanted more
I'd gladly take less
It's better then seeing you hurt or stressed
Don't worry about any of it,
Because I'll take it all.
I'd rather break
Then even see you fall.

Let's be Honest
We aren't perfect
Let us accept our flaws
And not call them
Anything more than
What they are

Do not call me
By anything other
Than who I am
I am not Godly
I am only human
With some magic
In my words

I'm not all that beautiful
But my personality..
That'll catch you.
I won't lie to you
But sometimes I lie to myself.

I have bad days..
We all do.
But I won't pretend to be happy
And let you see a smile
That isn't real.

I will tell you how I feel
Let us be..honest.  
With each other
Because sometimes it's all we are.
We are creatures of emotion
Let us bear it only
If we want to, and I am.
I'm not hopeless.

Just a little scared
But let's be honest..
We're all a little unprepared.

And someone
I didn't know
Taught me more
About how to be
Myself

Who stole my thunder,
Who christened the ground with their footprints where mine should have been?

The holy heat of my words spreading up your spine, kissing your fingertips with friction...making the hair on your arms rise.
I could make you say amen but the sound of your rain is prayer enough.

Blessed is the air that graces your skin between touching and going...the light that you bring and leave with

You never stay but God the intensity is shocking

All of this life it has been-
"she's too young to know what's good for her, you know"
Ah and she should be off with her friends! Having fun, laughing! Go on and play, dear!
But she has been listening in
She has got this heart you see,
Old soul they say
But young enough to know this
and her parents say too young to act like it
It's all this little girl wants is to be her own age
Laugh, joke around, with her real friends
Act her age, because she's old with a young face
Crow's feet when she smiles
Hands that shake when she's got emotion
Little girl is old enough to know what she wants, and still knows
what is GOOD for her
Knows what is safe
and young enough to not care anyway

When

you

look
at
her

Stop

Searching
    

  For

    My


Eyes

I knew it would have been brief,
Simply because the best things are.

I used to write
My secrets in the sand,
Knowing they would never stay
Long enough to be told.

I used to just swim,
pulled my hair up and never
Really tasted the salt that foamed
After the crash.

I've ran in the sand,
Sure, but never have I
Ever let it smooth my
Skin into what it could be.

Before today, I've never
Let the current take me
Under and feel what it's like
To always come back to something.

I guess I never asked you
was she pretty?
Did she look as happy as you were
wrapped up in your hoodies?

Will she ever look at you
the way you look at her?
Did she feel like the impossible
as you told yourself
you couldn't do it anymore?

For every Maria that holds
you my heart breaks like a fever
And I can only hope
that she makes you happy.

Give that girl an inch
And she'll make a mile
Constructing sky scrapers
Out of wooden tiles

Please mom remember your girl
How she never cries
Now think of her with tear stained eyes
And galaxies,bruised on her thighs.

Think of her now
On the phone with your oldest
To whom she is the closest
Biting her hand,so her sister wouldn't notice.

She fits all of the parts
To popular from punk
To poem freak to none
To happy then one day gone.

When she tells you that it's nothing
Think of strawberry gum
How she likes mint the most
But fruit when she needs help
To absorb her stressed cramps.

Mommy did you notice
How she favored her long sleeves
How even in the evening she said she wasn't hungry
Usually you'd say
"She'd never lie to me!"

Your baby girl is growing up
But you'll soon forget her height
Funny how life takes away
Your might and leaves a trail to fight

You whisper to me
From somewhere I'm not.
I think of you
Wherever you are.

I hope you're okay,
Yes, I'm well.
But I hope that
You're happy and safe.

I'm not an Angel
I'm just trying
To grow some wings,
Wanna get away
While the the skies
Are still clear.

She, is the woman Atlas
But she carries the world within herself
For her shoulders were made to lean upon
And her hands for building

I've lost a lot of people and my soul won't heal from that...but my body will. And as long as it is able I will keep running,and if I can't run then I will walk. If I can no longer walk then I will crawl. When crawling is useless then I will pray. However it is I will find a way to keep on moving.

How lovely these
Small things are
A thought
Then consuming
Your mind

My love,
You dress like an infinity of
Sunday's
You smile like the
Sun
As you rise
I love your warmth
And hold you
Close
To my heart

Behind a mask
Is a face best hidden
Eyes that lie
And lips taste of deceit

What is in a name
If it is never spoken
Power that sleeps
Under the open.

Nice people cry
And nice people do
What everyone wants them to.

It doesn't really matter
If they get the blame
They'll smile and take it as a gift.

They think it's important
To put everyone first,
But everyone excludes them.

Nice people
Want everyone happy,
And everyone excludes them.

I hear
Your heart
Beat like
Waves crashing
In a
Sea shell

I watch
You break
Like the
Sea tide

Not all poets are tortured
And not all skies are black for photographers

I never used to "goodbye"
But I guess it's easier now
That you're just another guy
Another person to let go of

I never used to count my blessings,
But now they seem lesser and lesser
And you've become a burden
When I have to tell him why I won't say it back

I never used to shy away from love,
But the word never seemed so rough
Looking back at it
Maybe it never started with you

I imagine somewhere in the future
there will be a girl
who knows how to pay the bills
and where exactly she wants to be
Who she wants to be

One day she'll be stronger and confident
This girl will be open to new possibilities and
firm in her beliefs
She will still question but no longer
be afraid to hear the answers

But today..she is still learning
Today she is not done growing
She is unsure of if she shall move
or if mountains should be moved
if boundaries should be made
or if they should be crossed

One day she will know
but not today

I resent
The window for
Being more open then me

And life
is beginning to look
like a lot of  "okay"s