If you can still breathe,
It can still happen.
If you can still move,
Keep your pencil sharpened.

If you can see the dark
If you can feel the cold,
It means you still have a heart.
Just— your story’s untold.

Let your wings unfold.

Im not being rhetorical,
Or sarcastic, or philosophical,
Or any fancy, poetic way.
I’m just saying, there’s always a way.

Fully cooked batter,
Sprinkle of half-baked sighs.
A recipe of truth —
Never a lie.

Throw out the salt;
Add aged cheese,
A dollop of sugar,
A dash of chilies.

Don’t mention the sweat,
Nor the quiet cries.
Because
It’s the recipe of truth —
Never a lie.

Serve the truth,
Or leave it dry.
Maybe a pinch of water,
But never a lie.

Love can make us losers
Invested in love’s game
It can hurt to be human
But..
I love you just the same!

You’ve given me grief, you’ve given me pain
You’ve made me meek, you’ve made me vain
I should hate you, should crave ****** revenge
It’s insane that I miss you to no end.

Youve screamed and yelled and made me forget
My dreams and wills, the futures I’ve set
I’m finally free yet now I still ship
Notes over seas that I bet you just skip.

It’s not only me that you’ve given pain to
Lots of my loved ones you’ve also made blue.
It makes it much worse to me that I still
Love you this much against my own will.

My heart is clumsy, heavy, and shy
It stumble through love, ensure of the sky.
I reach for the stars, but my fingers fall.
I dream of the moon, yet I loose it all.

Each beat is a whisper, a delicate sound,
But I drop every word before it's found,
It longs for the light, yet stumbles in dark, A dance without rhythm, a miss in the spark.

The weight of my heart, it drags on the floor,
A longing for love, but it's never quite sure it alteres, it quivers, with hope and with fear,
A heart full of love that can never quite steer.

And yet, through the weight, it still dares to beat,
With every misstep, it rises, repeat for even a clumsy heart, through it may fall
And still dreams of a love that can heal it all.

So many things that
Words can never say
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Too many words that
Just get in the way
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Watching the
cactus grow
Not very exciting
And very slow,
Time for me
Is an exercise
The numbers
Are different
Which is no surprise.
Boredom is an awful pain
Loneliness makes you fragile
Everything’s the same.
Thoughts are like
A bowl of vegetable soup
Jumping back and forwards
Through a very small loop.
Hope I don’t live to see
Another day
So Im waiting for god
To take my breath away.