Its funny how poetry
likes to be written in black
when often
it needs to be in yellow

sometimes
it isn't about loss
haunting regrets
or hollow sadness

sometimes
its about the way the sun hits the window
and wakes you up after a good night's sleep
sometimes
its about the smiles your muscles show
before you can control them
sometimes
its about a hopeful moment
in a near future
or newly changed bed sheets
or a chuckle with a baby
or the smell of freshly baked cookies

sometimes
its about the gratefulness
in words you can't begin to speak
sometimes its about a hit
thats such a near-miss
sometimes its about a hug
or a look
or a feeling

sometimes its about
a beating heart
a functioning liver
and a ...

sometimes its about a speechless tongue
that cannot speak these blessings
for it will take too long

she was a whirling merry-go-round
  shooting through outer space like an
  intergalactic firework

he was a grey pond where
  no life could be sustained

she floated when she walked like a
  snowflake in a gentle breeze

he called her tinkerbell

she turned all she touched to love
  setting fire to fear and
  sprouting hope through the
    salt-and-pepper piles of ash

he needed her like a
  flower needs a bee

she brought goldfish to his grey pond
  and lily pads
  and cat tails
  and shades of color
    warm and cold
  planting and painting a plentiful
    landscape

he now had this
  entire ecosystem
  inside of him
    living and breathing
    growing

she stole his heart
  to replace it with a
  habitat for love and art

There is a time and a day
For everyone to shine.
Whens mine?
When will someone take a look at
Who i am.
See
I wish this world was different.
Less talk and more look.
Because people like me take the end of the stick.
Starving ourselves to match your definition of perfection.
Molding ourselves from what we see
And not by what we feel.
The world really is a ****** up place.
Everythings a race.
Who will blow up next.
See,
I dont want to shine too bright
But someday
I want to prove that
everyone is great.
There is something to love about every single person who exists.
everyone
Society is so focused on negativity.
On drama.
But what hasnt been ventured is
Focusing on kindness.
Negativity is ugly
So hurtful.
Especially when it seems like everyone has something to say.
So what do you say?
Nothing negative i hope
Because as you are reading this,
I am speaking to you
Maybe you are thinking
Whatever
You dont know anything.
But i know some things.
And i know that everyone has something to love about themselves.
Find yours.
What is it?
Its time to start thinking
About a little
(rather big thing)
Called *happieness

Are you happy?
"I'm gonna be.
Because it's still just you and me.
But soon enough it will not be
the way it is right now, you see.

People change
People leave
People hurt you desperately
People cry
People laugh
And people sometimes drown, like me

In their emotions
Can't you see
The silent screaming next to me
The quiet tears
The useless cries
Of someone, anyone help me, please.

This is all we understand.
All that we can take.
This is all we comprehend.
The people who are fake.

Are you happy?
I'm gonna be.
When it's only you and me."