My stress quivers
as it’s whisked away by the sweet-tempered wind.
The sun’s soothing hands reach out
to brush their fingertips upon my face
And I fulfill their wish again
as my smile thoughtfully reveals itself
from its dingy place.
The kayak propels through the turquoise water
Forced forward by the strength of physical power
With every stroke
Every slap and splash
My mind is freed of its routine thoughts
Leaving them all behind
In waves of pure wind and light

You're cute.
Adorable.
Sweet.
****.
Lovely.
Amazing.
Rad.
Beautiful.
Awe­some.
Handsome.
Different.
Weird.
Crazy.
In the best possible way.
You make me smile.
You make my stomach do backflips.
And 180's.
You make me stutter words that should be easy to say.
You make my cheeks turn firetruck red.
You make me want to write again.
You make me want to love roller coasters.
And horror movies.
You make me proud to be
A womyn
Gender Queer
Gay
A Confused Person
You make me want to learn about feminism.
You make me reconsider my original definitions for words some people use everyday.
You make my heart melt.
You make me happy.

Thank you.

Our differences are the same
Our similarities are different
Why can someone be so nice
And then turn so mean
Is their a balance
Will we ever find it
This war and fighting won't stop

Because of what we are
Because of who we are
Because of what we do
Because of how we do it
Because of when we do it

We love each other
We hate each other
We have the most wonderful times
We have the most terrible days
Negative
Positive
No balance whatsoever
No winner
No loser
Our lives

I won't always know the things you need or what you want
But I'm here to listen
I'm here to make you smile
I'm here to give you your space
Funny faces and red cheeks
Grumpy faces and some "NO"s
Can't go wrong with dimples and **** chins

IT’S HARD.
IT REALLY IS AND SOMETIMES LIFE IS JUST ******* CONFUSING AND IT’S A HELL OF A ROLLER COASTER RIDE…
BUT THEN YOU HAVE MOMENTS THAT JUST BLOW YOU AWAY…
AND YOU FORGET ALL THAT ****…
IT’S STILL THERE BUT IT GETS A LITTLE BETTER. I DON’T KNOW…
TIME IS THE KEY.
TIME IS THE SUCKY PART.
BUT IT’S ALSO THE BEST PART.
CAUSE WE ALL HAVE SO MUCH TIME. TIME TO DO ANYTHING.
TO GO TO LONDON,
TO CRY,
TO WORRY,
TO LEARN HOW TO KAYAK,
TO READ THOUSANDS OF BOOKS,
TO DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY,
TO STRETCH, TO SMILE,
TO CUDDLE,
TO BE CONFUSED,
TO READ TEXT MESSAGES LIKE THIS ONE.
WE HAVE SO MUCH TIME AND YOU’RE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.
YOU MAKE YOUR LIFE WHAT IT IS, NO ONE ELSE DOES.
YOU’RE AMAZING.
AND BEAUTIFUL.
AND YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE.

When a gloomy day comes upon us

The world closes its windows firmly shut

Dull, thundering clouds roam around our families

Rain drops plunge towards the hills and mountains

Trees jumble together, protecting each other from the storm

Thoughts of sadness travel through the cold, crisp air

Yet, when a small hint of sunshine peaks through the clouds

The rain breaks off and humanity finds there is a reward for such sorrow

There, in their gardens and lawns, stand dozens of flowers

Growing higher, higher, and higher still

Blooming into something only people with pleasant souls can describe as

Beauty.

Happiness.
Nine letters, yet never fully reached.
We underestimate it.
The little things; we miss.
The big things; we want.
We all have it.

It's true.

There would be no sadness without happiness.
No happiness without sadness.

How can one word explain everything you are feeling?

It can't.

Impossible.
To me.
To have one feeling.

Today, for one reason or another, the sadness is winning.
For now.
But it will change.
It always does.
Because sadness cannot live without happiness.
The sun will shine.

Smile.
Know.
  Be happy.
   Relax.

    Just be.

Your eyes tell a story
A story that I am starting to learn
But that doesn't matter
Because I want to learn it
I want to hear about your successes
Your failures
Your happy days
And the sad ones
I want to get to know your laugh and your smile
I want to learn how to cheer you up
And how to **** you off
So I can learn not to (at least not that often)
I want to hold your hand under a blanket
Out in the park
On a skating rink
In my dreams
Your story is important
You need to know that

I still remember your voice. The way you laughed. The way you cried. The way you'd look straight through me. I knew it couldn't have been anything else, but of course my heart didn't want to believe it. I fell into something and I couldn't get up. A pulled myself up, but a piece of me stayed stuck to the ground. I couldn't bring it all back together again. So, I fell apart again and I took you with me. I left you behind in the darkness of my mind and I ran. I ran and I didn't look back because I didn't want to get hurt again. Instead, I hurt you. I didn't know what else to do, but to pull away. I really do hope that you've found what makes you happy. And I really am sorry for not being there for you when you may have needed me. Sometimes, the things I do to protect myself make everyone around me more subject to pain. We had at least one thing in common; the need of someone to just be there. Just be. To listen and catch you when you fall, time and time again. I know I can't write as well as you. I can't explain things in words the way you do. I can hardly explain them in actions. But I try. I try so ******* hard. Even when I think everyone doesn't believe it. I keep trying. My heart is fragile and my bones are weak, but that doesn't mean anything these days. I just wanted you to know. I remember your voice, like it was yesterday.

Life goes by so fast.
I grew up on this street, and now I’m sitting on the curb looking at it… it’s such a weird feeling. People have grown and moved away, but I’m still here.
It’s still as nice as it was, maybe even nicer.
I miss being a kid.
You don’t realize how much you miss it until you’re not a kid anymore.
I remember wanting to grow up so bad.
I guess that’s just how life works.
I’ll always remember this place.