Raise your voice and society will silence you. Be excited about the future and the news will deter you. Be emotional about your losses and tolerance will be little. Be numb about your existence and you'll fit right in.

*djm

Lost in a dance of confusion. We live the only way we know how. We hold on to some too tightly, while we let all others drown.

*djm

Somedays I write poems and somedays I sing songs. Somedays I feel bliss and somedays are too long. Somedays I exercise and somedays I smoke bongs. Somedays I feel myself and somedays I feel wrong.

*djm

I was taught from a young age, like most people were, that when faced with a problem you must think about it. The harder you think, the faster you will find a solution. I've come to realise that the more I think, the bigger my problem becomes. The more I search for a solution, the more it evades me. This pardox grows when the problem is a person that never leaves your thoughts.

*djm

I tried to carve how I felt about you out of my heart for hours before I remembered you had stolen it. I tried to erase every memory I had of you from my mind before I remembered you had chiseled your name into the walls of my brain. I tried to scrub my skin of you before I remembered you live in every pore. I tried.

*djm

Being inbetween a rock and a hard place isn't a problem. It's an opportunity and it's called life.

*djm

A lot of people feel that if they drag themselves around the world and see the monuments everyone keeps telling them they should see, then they will be cultured, understanding, and perhaps even find some sort of new self. What they tend to forget is that you could see the world ten times over but if you didn't change your mindset before the journey then you'll just be the same you in a prettier place. Journey inside before you journey out there.

*djm

**** expectations. Whatever you want to do, do it. Your age, gender, ****** preference, race, and beliefs shouldn't affect the path society lets you carve. Do it because you want to, not because society, or even those around you, want you to. They won't be there at the end of the day. You will.

*djm

And the thing is that it just kind of creeps up on you. Between the late night conversations, harmless giggles and sweaty palms. You find yourself sitting there, looking at them, and realising you don't ever want them to leave.

*djm

If we actually got control of our lives the way we all profess we want to, we would be eternally bored. Dance the chaotic dance of life and ride the ride while you can. There will be bad days, but there will be bliss. Let go of wanting to control it, lean into the discomfort and let the unfortunate surprises become your fondest memories. A life without the full spectrum of emotions isn't much of a life at all.

*djm

Stop looking for inspiration in your Facebook feeds. Stop looking for inspiration in the words of the media. Stop looking for inspiration in places it doesn't exist. Look for inspiration in books. Look for inspiration in nature. Look for inspiration in music. Look for inspiration in yourself.

*djm

You're spectacular, darling.
That's all there is.

*djm

We are all ******* scared.
The ones who say they aren't,
are ******* liars.

*djm

I could describe to you in great detail the way her brow furrows when she thinks I'm making fun of her, or the way she places her unbearably cold feet in between mine to warm up. I could tell you how the tone in her voice changes ever so slightly when she tells me she loves me and really means it, or maybe the way she tells me every time without fail, "this feels nice" when I run my fingers through her hair. I could explain to you the way it feels to have her head rested on my chest, or how the the sensation of her skin on mine raises my heart rate by twenty. I could tell you all of these things, but maybe it wouldn't matter much to you. However, these are the small moments in my day that I hope never end.

*djm

I remember when you first told me when your birthday was. I remember because I told myself I would never forget the date, and I didn't. Not for a long time anyway. But then you left. I started to forget the colour of your eyes, the way your laugh sounded and the faces you used to pull, but I knew I stopped loving you when I forgot your birthday.

*djm

I think people forget.
I think people don't understand.
Look at the word beautiful.
Look at it.
Sound it out.
You are beautiful.
You are full of beauty.
Remember that.

*djm

Raindrops on windows start so small.
They slowly move along
while picking up bits as they go.
They collect more and more
until soon they are too full.
Their decline quickens
and then they smash
into a beautiful catoic display
of falling apart.

Humans are quite like raindrops.

*djm

And it wasn't until I met you
that I understood it all.
I knew why people couldn't
stand to be apart.

I knew what it was like to be
up thinking about one person.
I knew what it felt like to
be scared to lose someone.

I knew why kisses mattered.
I knew what it was like to see
a flawed person as flawless.
I knew what it was to love.

*djm

Maybe I'm not perfect, but that's okay.
Maybe I never will be, but that's okay.
Maybe I overthink, but that's okay.
Maybe I get nervous, but that's okay.
Maybe I get jealous, but that's okay.
Maybe I care too much, but that's okay.
Maybe I try too hard, but that's okay.
Maybe I stress too much, but that's okay.

Maybe it's okay because you love me.

*djm

Run your fingers along my skin
and make me feel alive.
No one else does it like you.
I swear.

I hope you know
I'm not joking
when I say
that I love you, darling.

Because the face is capable
of over a thousand different expressions.

And I know every single one of yours.

*djm

When I look at you,
I lose myself.
I lose who I was.
I lose who I am.
I feel heavy.
I feel light.
I feel breathless.
I feel dizzy.
I feel this.  
I feel us.
When I look at you,
I feel forever.

*djm

Sometimes I wish I could read her mind, because a lot of the time she can't tell me herself. Sometimes I wish I could see the future, because a lot of the time I imagine her in it. Sometimes I wish she would never leave, because a lot of the time I miss her. Sometimes I wish she was truly mine, because a lot of the time she's all I want.

*djm

People are background noise. You can walk past a thousand people with a thousand different stories and then they will never cross your path again. You may notice their eyes, or their hair, or the way they walk. You might not notice anything. However, every so often, in those thousands of people you pass daily, will come a single person. A beam of sunshine. A reason to smile. A gift. These people aren't expected, nor can they be found. They find you, and once they do, that's it. Every worry you had washes away. Every fear you held is gone. Every doubt you had disappears. Don't let go of these people. Ever.

*djm

I toss and turn at night. Not out of discomfort, nor out of sadness. I lay awake thinking of her. I think of the way her tongue sits between her teeth after we kiss. I think of how looking into her eyes is one of easiest things I've ever done. I think of how being around her brings me the same comfort one's own bed does. I think of how our bodies are entangled and traced by the other. I think of her laugh. I think of her smile. I lay awake thinking of a girl who I hope thinks of me as much as I think of her.

*djm

I radiate the being I am not
And not only that, but I break and snap as I do so.
The room spins so many nights in a row, but for what?
Escaping a reality that I created.
Running from truths that I spoke.
Becoming the lie you're yet to be told.
I radiate the being I am not
And not only that, but I break and snap as I do so.

*djm

You can tell me who you are.
Well you can try.
Though that isn't who you are.
I don't want to know that.
I don't want to know 3pm you.
I want to know 3am you.
I want to know how your mind works.
I want to see it.
I want to see you.
Your secrets.
Your desires.
Your fears.
I want to see you at 3am.
When there are no walls.
Let me tear them down.
Let me in.
I love you.

*djm

Tell me your secrets
and I'll spill my soul
across that thing you call a brain.
I promise.  

Tell me truths
and I'll spill my life
across that thing you call a heart.
I promise.

But tell me you love me
and I'll spill everything I am
across that thing you call you.
I promise.

*djm

And at 2am the world
looks a little different.
It is a magical time
where good plans go
bad and bad plans go
good and you can look
around you and not a single
thing will move. It is at
that exact time you feel
like you are all there is.
No other people, no
animals, not a thing.
It is you and the big world.
Such a magical feeling
can surely only be coupled
with a sense of incredible
loneliness, but if you can't
just sit with yourself at 2am
and not feel empty, then
what can you do?

*djm

The whiskey tickles my tongue
as I think of you and where
you are, but then again
I dont really care

I dont think I will ever care
because I think I always
loved the thought of you more
than I ever actually loved you

But there is another now
whom I adore from head to toe.
One day you will look back
and realise you were wrong

One day you will see me smile
and realise it isn't for you.
That is when your world will crash
just like mine had so many times

*djm

And in a flash of blinding happiness
you turned my "will  I  ever  find  love"
into "she's  a  gift  from  above".
You came into my life
the same way fires rip through forests,
with great power and force.
You turned my doubts into beliefs
and my fears into hopes.
You showed me a side of life
that I didn't understand.
You held my heart. You held my hand.
You pulled me up from darkness
and showed me light
like I had never seen before.
But once you showed me it,
you turned the light off.
You took it away.
You had shown another the light
and they took it from you and now
you're scared that I will do the same.

djm
And in a flash of blinding sadness
you turned my "you're  my  one  and  only"
into  "I'm  so  lonely".
You stole from me something
I never truly had. Now your smile
and laugh are scratched into the walls
of my brain as horrible memories
and it's only late at night
that I can let these memories crush me.
You turned from "she  is  the  one  I  want  to  kiss"
to "she  is  the  one  I  truly  miss".

*djm

Have you ever looked at someone,
and as soon as you did,
you could see yourself with them?

I'm not saying you look at them
and think they are attractive,
but you could really see yourself
with this person even though
you barely know them

If you have, do you remember it?
Do you remember that specific moment
in time?

i do

*djm

His days are wasted,
for he isn't even conscious.
Sleep dominates his life,
because it's better than this

He is lost in his mind,
and sometimes late at night,
he opens his drawer of dreams
and hopes to reach them

But he is wasting his days,
sleeping through the best of them,
because he is afraid
they might be the worst of them

*djm

Love is a teacher
that teaches everyone,
although it's painful,
and not much fun

When we learn to lose,
we learn to live,
we learn to recover,
and we learn to give

It may take time,
maybe even years,
but soon it will pass.
You'll forget the tears

You'll learn to be
just like you were
before that person came
and make you hurt

*djm