even as the stranger that I once was, I knew something could come from your untied shoelaces & my tied down connections

Welcome to the Garden of Voice

Where the flowers shout poetry

And the trees deliver prose

Where your ideas can flourish and grow.

The plants don’t judge

And the grass doesn’t gossip

Here you can write until the pen runs out.

-JE

they're all hardcovers and I'm just a paperback

but it's a metaphor, you see

everyone else isn't necessarily "hard," but rather definite, and they are wanted

I'm merely a paperback; easily ripped, torn, shaped, a 2nd choice, and forgotten in the back of a dusty, old attic

1: take that key to your heart and throw it into the lake where you watch the sunsets every Sunday night
2: even when times get tough, remember who you're here for
3: cough syrups won't help you in this situation, but the arms of your significant other are medicine in itself
4: don't get rid of your heart just because there's a chance it'll be broken
5: finally, and most importantly, **never let that young love die

love'll hit you like a piece of poetry
the time it takes to learn the meaning
is nothing compared to how it'll rattle your rib cage when your heart begs to be set free

I dug a little too far into myself and ended up staring at you

growing up is forgetting the priceless moments that came so naturally

and being told that tears are meant for the little ones

growing up is learning more than just the alphabet and simple addition

and learning that money can't buy everything

growing up is facing new challenges

ones that don't include climbing trees and being afraid of the dentist

growing up is losing yourself

in the simplicity of the past and the complexity of the future