I hope that when you sleep tonight
your chest will hurt a little less,
your tears won't reach the pillow
and hope will bloom in your heart.

Honey, after everything you've gone through,
you deserve to have a good night's rest.
Minimize the volume of that sadness
and heal yourself. You deserve better than this.

I know your heart went through war
with emotions. That you feel things deeply
and I love that about you. But tonight,
I want you to make peace with yourself.

-m.b

you and i are two different souls,
living on two separate worlds
that collided once
just to be parted
and never meet again.

the magic of poetry.
is that it makes everything
beautiful.
it fills your lungs
like air.
it turns your soul
into a sky full of stars.
your heart
a field of wildflowers.
you.
into a poem.

When i was 5 years old
I thought humans were all good, high, and mighty.
Animals, forests, or a garden with a tree,
Inferior to this world.

Scared was I,
To nature, as it's new to my eye
All those roots that tangle,
Animals in the jungle;
Oh how i wished
It ceased to exist.

Years later,
As I observe with my naked eyes,
The earth is the one mighty and high,
Advantages of earth, we shamelessly used,
To live and sooner abused.

Wishing I realized it earlier:
We are the invaders
The inferiors,
The extras,
Destroyers.

And as I see the ice melting
Trees keep cutting
Water still polluting
Cigarettes still lighting;
I knew the earth is dying,
And we are contributing.

The world is not made for us,
And we must stop taking it for granted.

              —a.c