a world destined with a tint,
with a filter,
life that’s given
to be a film,
played after your death,
would your life
be
In colour
or
black and white?
only black & white
because all
You remember doing is
nothing
Where your own
world crumbles &
falls apart,
That your own film
becomes a sight of depression,
beckoning behind you
So gleam
like our eyes gleam
to see colour
Be vibrant,
Be bright,
Different,
Outbursting,
Unique,
Extravagant,
Exquisite,
E­xotic,
So your life
Is your favourite film
Filled with lifelong colours

Date nights & great sights
always trying to feel less alone

Only here for soft cuddles & lil kisses on the forehead
But only going through heartbreaks and counseling

Getting hit on, but they’re missing the date nights
Another date night but with a new heartbreak

Another date, but with the daily counselor,
Just to rant about how dumb the guy was

Counseling, heartbreaks, counseling, heartbreaks &
repeat

looking at the sunset, the time where the skies want to look pretty for us

Even during the summertime, wintertime, spring, fall; every season the sky goes into a different style
but we also make ourselves look pretty for someone special

But imagine being the sunset, that not only one person see’s your beauty but the whole world gets to see it?

The colour that the sky showcases, it changes, beauty changes everyday
maybe I could be your sunset & u can be the sunrise, so I can wake up & see the beauty in you

Dawn & twilight, sunrise and sunset
Now paint yourself like that sunset.
Maybe living life like the sunset,

I could see the beauty in anything, within myself, & within the world
So go and be the sunset,
The world wants to see you shimmer

Each tackle, allows us to get past our barriers
each try scored, takes us closer to the goals we attain to
the wins teaches us we got this
the loses, show us we all make mistakes
and to not let anything stop you
playing sports is like an art
the adrenaline to just get out there
families, friends, strangers, encoring
you take that shot,
whether its a miss, or a hit
we didn’t let it stop us from taking bigger chances
it’s about taking risks
show them how to be slick
we grow into much bigger people
knowing the skills between life & what’s a game
everyone’s a winner
just seen in different visions

you’re like the stars
stars; where we wish for our wishes to
come true
be my shooting star because
I just wish to be yours
and you to be mine

Mashing words together and making art out of emotions

A single poem can make us feel
A single poem can make the numb feel
A single poem can make us feel so many emotions that we never knew we could feel

Writing a poem, is like writing art
the art, the beautiful masterpiece
that is cultivated, the forming of a poem
Is the beautiful presence of reading who you are

What you’re destined to be
The journey you’re going through
And how just a single poem can make me feel everything for you

Why is honey so sweet like you?
As every single bee would swarm around and have a taste of you,
But you would keep the most sweetest part of yourself, just to share it with the special one

Red; it can be evil but theres always some good in it.

Red; it’s a meaning of fierce, passion, desire and love, we don’t need the negative if we keep looking at the positive

I open me eyes, see that beautiful human, but he thinks he’s not
I describe his features-repeatedly saying, “I’m lucky I’ve opened my eyes at the right time”

How his hair looks red like the fire shining through the darkness, just to help find light to the people that need it, he turns that blue fire into the shining red fire, as everyone wishes

Red; it’s a meaning of violence, destruction, violence; anger why do we look at the negatives?

The rage is digging, almost because he hates the loneliness, how many people does he help, that all that fire fused away?  No one could ignite his match for him not even him

All burnt out, because he cared too much to help those in need, the anger reaches out and he wants his light back, he wants to shine again

I am also a broken shed of light, you see lights through the cracks of me, shining no matter what, don’t let the rage stop you from fusing out

There’s a little rose, wilting, shredding, breaking apart, whereas all the other roses got to be picked and given to there loved ones, kept and watered, but this one was dying

The wilting rose is just like that boy, red;
Still shining I am, shining with brighter light as I walk toward him and hand him the rose

Red; fierce, courageous, strength, clarity

He’s woken up; but I am fully broken, the cracks couldn’t fix themselves he; he’s feeling alive, loved, that there is someone out there that can give a shed of light, that you don’t have to be perfect to make someone feel loved, that it’s okay to be a bit broken from the inside

The cracks broke me, now you don’t see the little light that shines bright through these cracks, you see the blueness, the weeping and suffering, now he see’s it, I try to cover up and think about love, the redness it gives, but the breaking is too strong, he reaches for something, a little heart

Told me, I showed him to love again, that anger doesn’t have to be a part, that a wilting rose, has been watered down with the pure love, that I had the courage to pick it up and give it:

He hugs me, till I feel the fire I gave to him, till I feel how happy I made him, till I know that I never gave up on anyone, just to try and make them shine, he slowly lights me up, I’m back to being empowering, stronger than ever

Never know how much I needed that hug, that all the heartbreaks I gave to myself are all sewed up, I learned that the love I gave to people is the love I deserve to myself, I’ve always felt the love of myself but sometimes I feel lost, but the light you gave me can now guide me

Red is the one for beauty, that no matter how broken you could be, that your heart could be cracking, showing someone the love you have for yourself even through the cracks, the burns, the pain, ignites you’re own fire, making you the most powerful strong empowering human.

Mornings always have to start with a daily dose of coffee to wake your thoughts up

As you scatter with a messy bun, no makeup and just a casual outfit you head on out to the local cafe

smell of the coffee beans roasting away, the steeping of the tea, tea bags and coffee beans everywhere

What a day to day essential to sip some tea for the relaxing effects and a latte to go for the wide awake experiences

Even the sweets and bakery section is too real, crumbs are everywhere as the ants also join in on a day at the cafe

Good place to fall in love, to drink as much tea you want, with the full filling experience of latte arts, and presence of you being my art to look at

A day at the cafe is definitely a way to feel rejuvenated with all the lattes and tea in the world

Instead of listening to music, i like listening to you talk its the same thing as music but more soothing

You used to be scared of heights, now I see you on top of the highest buildings looking down

After a long precious time with you, I give you wings, and you use them to fly away and never come back - heartbreak

fixed // 5:52 am


here we are, again, on the ground just counting sheep, or patterns or how many puzzle pieces you had to put together

how ur heart, when its shattered it turns into a puzzle, time to get some elmers glue and solve this

yes we make mistakes while we’re fixing our own problems, that we’re tired of fixing these problems, that we drink to get drunk, like when you’re a newborn u don’t remember anything, how no cares are given


maybe being drunk, makes us feel that way, or how we don’t have to worry for a slight second, its a temporary fix, than we’re back to it all again


getting destroyed is not fun, but destroying does sound fun, why don’t we destroy pain? destruction is what we love, if we destroy pain we’ll be fixed


mended, strong, welded together, its like being build up again, uniting yourself with the missing pieces, 5:52 am, and its not the why’s, and what if’s, it’s the joy of being able to know how to fix yourself


no manual is going to help, the only manual you’ll need is, yourself, how you were able to sign your own cast around your own broken heart, how the healing helped you get fix, and mend yourself


you didn’t do this all alone either, we all need friends who support us, who build us up to get stronger day by day, they push us to the limits, they empower us to be warriors, we fight to stay strong, as we fix to last longer

broken // 2:42 am


have you ever felt like you were soaring the clouds and felt that cold, weeping breeze pass you

that moment as of you know how to fly, that you were in control of whats passing you and what’s in front of you

than you crash, like a plane colliding into another plane, evacuation, evacuation, down, down

now ur down, down to the shattered part of you, where did everything go, where was the wrong in the good? Or was it in the bad?

late night thoughts are now occupying more of your thoughts, no more space left for the healing, like all the shattered pieces of your heart, just reflecting to the heartbeat and crashed, crashed with you, crashed with the sound of the plane crash


now you see sirens, the ambulance rushing, the injuries, what went wrong? One minute soaring next minute broken? its the thought of how someone just left without saying goodbye, like how a flower dries up and dies without warning


they weren’t any flower, they were a strong wilting rose, a rose that was so strong, that when they picked you up, they forgot u had thorns and immediately dropped you because they couldn’t handle you properly


it was how toxic both of you combined were, yet sparks flew whenever you had each other’s company, one day happy with them next minute, they forgot about wearing a glove for protection that they left you


now as you crashed with the sound of the plane, as that glass that shattered because you weren’t careful, we’re all truly broken inside, but it can’t just be a bad thing


from being broken, we find new pieces to replace the old, that fit better and stronger than the old pieces, this is why we come out stronger, and different, more outbursting


we find the true light among each inner piece, through the losses we grieve, we also let go, not to forget but to realize they were one part of us, that helped shape us more, they left, and made you realize what kind of person you are


being broken has it’s negatives, but its time to dump the negatives, and start looking at how being broken changed us positively