I've never liked the expression
'Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me."
I think it undermines the power of words
It's undeniable that words have an impact on people
Letters strung together can sting a person's soul
When they are spoken with a tongue used like a whip
Words evoke passion,
They inspire us,
Make our blood boil,
Horrify us,
And yes, they can hurt us
To say that words can't hurt,
Is to demean all that words do
Look at Marat,
Martin Luther,
Shakespeare,
Darwin,
Hobbes,
Freud,
Orwell,
Paine
And tell me words can't change the world
Words are what I turn to when I have nothing left
I'd rather my bones break,
That would be much better,
Than to lose my dignity,
To have a record of voices
Tell me I'm useless,
I'm stupid,
I'm fat,
I'm never good enough
Always on repeat,
Always on my mind,
Always ringing true
Maybe I'm over analytical
Maybe I care too much
About things said in the past
But here's to all the "I love you's"
All the "I hate you's"
To saying "I don't give a ****"
The pen is indeed mightier than the sword
Because your words
Are what made me turn the blade
On myself

If you keep your eyes half open half closed
Streetlights will look like stars
You will feel like you're in a different universe
The dark sky will make you believe
In magic

Go on a bus late at night
With music in your headphones
And let yourself disappear in the world
Of your own thoughts
And the beauty of the stars

You will feel weightless
You will feel nothing but love
You will feel ok

An extrovert

Would hope to look back and find peace

In leaving the world a better place



An introvert

Would hope to look back and find peace

In leaving the world a better man

I understand

You feel radically for your cause

But your shouts may bring forth,

To your message, a loss



I can’t help but feel

With your radical acts

You suffocate people

With your so-called facts



Be your cause wrong

Or be your cause right,

It’s quite hard to see

When you blind them with light



With politeness and reason,

They will then hear you out

With nurture and care

Your branches will sprout

Let’s imagine for a minute

That life is a loaf of bread:

Soft, warm, and inviting

When you first come out of the oven



In time, however

It gets a little stale

Not so fluffy as it was in the beginning

It gets a little rough around the edges



It can get a little blue here and there

And in time, if you let it sit too long

Those little parasites will grow

Until there is nothing good left



But let’s not be too rash

Don’t toss it in the trash

No, not just yet

There’s something you can do, so don’t you fret



You have a chance

To make your loaf

Something amazing

What can your loaf bring?



Break it down

Into tiny little bits

Toss away your blues

But keep the misfits



Everything that is good

Is what makes it yours

The crust, the heal,

The unique little pores



Spread it all out

Within your pan

Draw it out

As long as you can



Don’t forget

To add some spice

Make it taste

The way you like



Pop it in the oven

And let them bask

Make them warm and toasty

Make them last



What was once a dull mass

Is now a bunch

Of quirky little bits

With lots of crunch



Why waste away

As a stale loaf of bread

When you could be croutons

Everybody likes croutons

You’re striving to inspire

The world with what you do

In turn do not forget to let

The world inspire you

When I say
I love you
Don't picture my cheeks
Bright red
Or my palms sweaty

When I say I love you
Something breaks inside of me
The walls I worked so hard
To construct all around my heart
They are now teared apart

When I say I love you
I do not say it
To the boy standing in front of me
I profess it to the person you are
Late at night
When your thoughts are blurry
And your eyes are dark.