The hardest part about writing poetry is the boundaries you create for yourself.
You think of ideas to put onto paper, but you feel like those thoughts are mundane and probably previously overused.
The hardest part about writing for me, is pushing past those thoughts and convincing myself to write about it anyways.
I need to understand that I have my own twist on similar ideas as others.
I need to trust my mind and let it do the talking.

"She never looked nice. She looked like art, && art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."



Do I make you feel something?

I want to be written about is all.
I want to be a mysterious cute girl who seems to be enjoying her book a little too much as her tea is getting cold.
I want to be the bold girl, who isn't afraid to speak up and show you that she does not conform to society's wants of her.
I want to be the self-sufficient girl who rides her bike to the grocery store and back, regardless of all the extra weight.
I want to be the Eco-friendly girl who proclaims herself as an environmentalist and makes flyers to hang up around town: "save our planet!"
I want to be the girl with good music taste, who even if you don't enjoy her music, you enjoy talking about it with her because of her passion for her genres.
I want to be the intelligent girl, who has taken it upon herself to learn the alphabet in sign language for the fun of it, or strives to learn about the intelligence of ocean creatures.
I want to be so packed full of a personality that I am practically overflowing.
They say you can be anything you want to be -
So why not be everything?

To love and be loved- that is the greatest gift.

But do you ever realize that love is not limited to being an abstract power held between two emotional beings.
Love exists all around us and we choose to put emphasis on it with humans.
Love exists in the flowers you planted that are finally peaking their heads out for a new beginning.
The love you gave to it will soon be returned as it will flourish in front of your own eyes.
Love exists in the furry creature that licks itself to sleep at your feet.
The love you provided it in food and water and affection will soon be returned to you when it keeps your feet warm the whole night through.
Love exists in the little boys eyes at the grocery store as he eyes up his favorite candy bar.
The love you gave by purchasing it for him will soon be returned as you watch him bite into the luxurious chocolate square and remember how candy bars were a lot cheaper in your day.
Love exists in your favorite songs on cold winter days, where the only way to warm up in your car faster is by distracting yourself by shouting the lyrics a little offbeat.
The love you gave for this song will soon be returned to you as you hear it years down the road and get a warm nostalgic winter day feeling.
Love exists in the outfit you're wearing, with your cute little sunflower skirt, your black tights with a slight run, and your oversized sweater that matches your boots.
The love you put into this outfit will soon be returned to you when you feel like a goddess walking down the cereal aisle in search of your favorite berry blend cereal.
Love exists all around you in forms unrecognized by most of us.
The life you are living is full of love, and the more love you put out the more love you receive.
Do not be shy with your heart, fall in love with those favorite boots you have, fall in love with that catchy overplayed radio song, fall in love with the slim piece of light that peeks through where your blinds are broken.
Fall in love with yourself, and fall in love with your life.
You are an artist and the whole world is your own blank canvas darling.
What colors will you fall in love with first?

Some days I feel as if I have it all figured out.
To be laying in my bed hours later, unmotivated to get up and take care of homework or laundry.
Some days I feel as if I have so many great friends and I'm so lucky to have such a big social circle.
To be sitting alone hours later, unsure of why I feel so alone surrounded by so many others.
Sometimes I feel like a beautiful little flower that deserves to be admired.
To be standing in the same spot hours later, insecure of every aspect of myself and praying to look like a pretty girl people want to look at.
Some days I feel as alive as life allows you to feel.
Some days I feel as dead as you can feel while still breathing.
And that fluctuation may scare me, but it is inevitably okay and the sooner I learn to embrace it the better off I will be.
~This is what it feels like to be alive & well my friend.

Love is not overbearing.
Love is not waking up from a nap to someone on your phone, reading all of your texts, even from your friends.
Love is not someone making you feel guilty for innocently associating with the opposite ***.
Love is not someone passive aggressively allowing you to do social things.
Love is not someone making you feel ashamed for having posters of cute celebrities in your bedroom.
Love is not controlling.
~I promise you will grow to resent them for their controlling actions over time.

I want to burn every piece of clothing you have ever touched on my body.
I want to forget about all the times the tv was more entrancing than me.
That takes a toll on a teenage girl you know- giving her the mindset that her mind and body are not nearly as interesting as a reality tv show.
I want to go to the top of a mountain and curse your name to the heavens hoping it changes something, anything.
I want to do all of this not because I still have feelings and it's hard; no darling, not at all.
I want to do all of this as a way to cope with my young naitivity and my blind reactions to it all.
I want to go back in time and whisper: "run as fast as you can."
I want to forgive myself for being young and open to love and move on.