Her heart was no longer held in her chest,
Rather she sported it on her sleeve.
Everyone noticed that her sleeves were stained ****** red.
Everyone but her.
She wakes up the next morning, and before leaving the house,
She attatches her heart to her sleeve like a piece of fine jewelry.

Oceans, forests, nature, & mountains are all gifts Mother Earth gave us to share freely.
She provided us with clean air, nourishing food, & a lovely, welcoming home.
However, humanity screams "that's not enough."

Our mouths water with greedy lust.  
Our eyes gleam when we see an opportunity to get ahead.
Mankind often forgets that prosperity does not need to come at the expense of our planet.
Selfishness overtakes our souls as we plot the death of Mother Earth.

Trapped between my mind and mouth are the words I wish I had spoken to you. The unspoken holds the secret of my entire concealed world, a sphere I fantasize sharing with you. Reflecting on the words bottled up inside of me, most are hollow. The exception are the three that hold the truth; I love you. I've always wondered where all my unspoken words go. Do they just disintegrate or melt into pure nothingness in the back of my throat? Perhaps they're trapped behind my incomprehensible feelings, or behind my fear and uncertainty. I find myself fighting back tears of frustration as I realize that I've been living my life drowning in an ocean of unspoken words.

The universe is an infinite structure.
Our lives however, are not.
Life must end because with no end, there is no beginning.
Humanity is programmed to fear death.
Haven't you realized that we are born to die?
Please, don't perceive this notion as negative or dissuading.
Death allows us to return to our innocence,
Only to be limitlessly reborn in a higher form.
When we die, we are not gone,
Rather we are no longer a single whole.
Every molecule that was in us will be present in multiple forms of life.
It isn't the end of a journey,
Rather the start of a beautiful endeavor.

Self worth is not measured in pounds or passing glances from strangers.
You are the seraphic incarnation of the universe.
You are deserving of love, including your own.
Your capacity to grow and flourish is intangible.

The problem is that we view one another using our eyes only.
Dare we look beyond the surface, beyond the palpable
We will understand that our worth is woven from the beauty inside.

We are nothing but temporary structures in an infinite reality.
Time does not stop.
Not for anybody.
Not for anything.
We are all slaves to time-
Rather we have become slaves of time.
We live in fear of wasting time,
Yet we have so little quality hours.
We're constantly wrapped up in time,
Worrying about what obligation we must fulfill next.
Why?
Time is entirely about the present.
Close your eyes and take in your surroundings.
Cherish the moment.
The past can't be relived,
And the future is unknown.
Our existence is so limited on this beautiful planet,
So why not live life embracing the present moment?

No matter how hard you try, it is impossible to teach creativity.
Society tells all of us to be creative and original,
That we all shouldn't be afraid of expressing ourselves.
This all holds true,
For we should be proud of who we are.
However,
How is originality possible when we are taught to conform?
We're taught from day one to only use certain colors.
To read, write, and think a certain way.
If we don't adhere to this "certain way,"
Then we are seen as wrong.
Unintelligent.
We're all expected to be this one, cookie cutter student.
A one size fits all type of person.
What happened to our originality instilled deep down within us?
There is no wrong way to express YOURself.
The education system is the great inhibitor to our creativity.
Creativity may be impossible to teach, but it sure is possible to unteach.

You're alive, but are you really living?

You have your head wrapped around your phone. You burry your face in your pillow every night, thinking about every problem you have to face the next morning. You're facing yourself in the mirror wondering how in the world you will cover that humungous blemish that made itself at home in the middle of your forehead.

Now, let me ask why.
Why do trivial things like this matter?

They don't.

In those precious moments, you have missed so many great things...

You were too busy on your phone to see the way the sun rises so beautifully in your bedroom window. You were so caught up in your own problems that you forgot to look around and see all the problems the world has solved. You were so entranced in the mirror, focusing on that blemish that you failed to notice your beauty, your self worth.

Now, let me ask you again.
You're alive, but are you really living?

help us cope
heal
hurt
inspire.

express
communicate
share
speak.

choose your words wisely
and speak them loud and clear
because the power of a word is unbound.

In the small things.
Cooking a meal
Wiping away someone's tears
Dancing like no one is watching
Sharing an ice cream cone
Kisses on the cheek
Riding bikes through the park
Asking "how was your day"
A smile
Handmade notes
Saying thank you
Holding the door
Squeezing her hand
Hugs
Surprises
Watching a movie on the couch
Tucking her into bed
Making sure she's home safe
Compliments
Eye contact
Cuddles
Sharing a meal
Walks
Holding hands

I lost myself
Somewhere between the lines of
LOVE
And
HATE

I lost myself
In the darkness
Trying to find you