Beat like wings and you will take flight
Climb into the clouds to reach great height
Skip across the lilies before your weight reflects
Return to the heart for life’s love effects

Flutter like butterflies and you will be free
Flow into the river to reach the blue sea
Dash across the plain before you stop to admire
Return to the heart for love’s most beautiful fire

Moisten like the dew and you will replenish
Drop into the canyon to echo the finish
Linger in the valley before you miss the silence
Return to the heart for love’s obvious hints

Click like two stones and you will be heard
Creep into the wild to admire the littlest bird
Rush into the waterfall before the moment passes
Return to the heart for love’s inevitable relapses

Wrinkle like the skin and you will pass time
Disappear into thin air to refresh a lost rhyme
Piece into the puzzle before you lose your way
Return to the heart for love’s final say

I am a teenager.
I refuse to back down or give in.
I will not be silent in the face of tyranny.
I am the voice of both past and future generations.
I am the in-betweener for the too young or the too old.
I am the purgatory between a child and an adult.
I will not be swayed to be who my parents are.
I will not be pushed into someone else’s beliefs.
I am me.
I am an individual who will not fit a mold.
But I will not pit my soul against another.
I wield not a sword, but a shield.
I will protect those who are less than me,
And stand against any oppressors
Regardless of success or failure.
My scars will be badges of honor.
My soul may be beaten down,
But always know that I will get back up.
Whether it be of stupidity or courage,
I refuse to lose to any oppressor.
I am a teenager.
I am strong.
And I will not be defeated.
I will never give up who I am.

Show me all the scars you have,
and the stories behind them

I want to see the scars on your fingers.
And hear about all the demons you had to fight off with your bare hands.
did you win?

I want to see the scars on your back.
From all the people who have ever hurt you.
And how I vow to not add to that collecetion.

I want to see the scars on your heart.
well i can't see them, but i can assure you i feel them.
those are the scars that hurt the most and im  sure some of those wounds are still open.

And i want to see the scars on your face.
those distinct markings that give you your features.
those marking that say you were not afraid to get up close and get hurt
for a reason you saw fit.

Will you show me all your scars?
I wont try to fix them, i promise.
because i know some of them you hold dear.
you can give me any scar you want though. i want a reminder of you.
i wont flinch, it won't even hurt.
Im used to it, so cut as deep as you want.

Darling, show me all your scars.

six deadbolts
and a loaded gun
tucked beneath your
pillow, what are you
waiting for love?
is it the rapists or
the sociopaths or
the criminally insane
come to shatter your
suburban dream?

they may come for you,
or maybe you are
one of them.

it doesn't really matter
anyways, you'll still
rise when you rise,
laugh when you can
and never, ever cry-
that would make you
human. you'll still
be seeking answers
if you're lucky and
pretending to know
what love is
in a dark, dark place.

everything will go to ****
on its own. be wary
not of the sociopaths
but the preachers
of god, of love, of war,

be wary of
your own mind.

I love someone on TV
I’m half convinced that he loves me.
He never calls, or texts, or writes
I only see him Thursday nights.
He never looks me in the eye
In fact he often walks on by
From scene to scene, from girl to girl
Like he can’t see me in his world
He says his lines (yeah, it’s all script)
And I can’t get enough of it!
At the point when I feel done
He wants to, you know, be “the one”
The hero, yeah, the only guy
As if on cue, he starts to cry.
**** it all, I love this man!
He’s got this Emmy in the can…
“In love someone on TV?”
Not really but I outta be
All that nothing that I get
I’m tired of your disrespect-
It’s over.
…P.S. I remembered you only read poems that rhyme. Enjoy.

On a raft in the middle of the ocean
walking alone and dehydrated in the desert
lost and hungry in the wilderness
friends in the skies in the images of clouds
inspiring memories but nothing on which I can feast
tears too salty to quench my thirst
try to speak but i just weep
try to put energy into my feet
I loved you all but this is so hard
I want so **** bad to survive
Can't anyone see I'm barely alive?
Questioning why I should even try?
Tears dried in the heat of the sun
Years ago I stopped having fun
******* I'm just so
I'm just so done
Drifting on a raft
in the middle of an ocean
of my own bitter tears
they can't hydrate me
can anyone revive me?
Can I survive being me?
I thought I knew reality
If this is life then it's death to me
Cause there aint even one breath left in me
Can I redeem what's left of me?
Starving for an epiphany
I just hope you all remember me
as this planet dismembers me
as I succumb to being me
praying for a new me

You have lived too long under my bed. I said this a year ago, but you only moved to my closet,
and before that, the kitchen cupboards were heavy with your dust. I tried scraping you from the forks, but failed and ate finger food for weeks until you moved to the garden. Now I am tired of this knot in my back, and I am telling you to leave.

My child was eating dirt today—no, not you, my other child, but I thought of you. She shoved fistfuls into her mouth, gnashed it in her teeth until I saw the muddy smile ink across her face.

How can one burst of horror live on in the mundane? You’re in the paint on the walls and the clouds puffing past. I swear by the God I used to know that you are in everything, that you are everything.

I think of when dirt was shoved into my own mouth, maybe into yours too. I think of the mob
where I trampled others, and soon was trampled by those behind me.

I think of these things, but I can’t go on. I love you, but you need to leave.