You tell them "you're worthy to live"
But you spend the rest of the day
Counting your breaths thinking
You don't deserve it
And waiting for your last breath

You say "everyone's beautiful"
Yet you look at the mirror
And call yourself a monster

You tell those who are heartbroken
"You deserve better"
Yet you waste your time
Loving someone who doesn't even appreciate you

You tell them "Always love yourself"
But you picked all your flaws like dead flowers
And you despised each and everything about you

Why is it easy for you to say such good things and mean it,
But you can never see the beauty inside of you?

it's hard to pretend to smile
when the tears rush down your face
to hide in the skin
that you're trying escape

let's leave tonight
if i'm wrong, you're still my right.
let's give it a try
i'll stow away on your train of thought
i don't want to get off at the next stop
when someone better comes i'll save them a spot
i'd like to be here when your mind takes off
to watch it wander and never be caught
to keep the secrets of your heart

I get home.
tired and hungry and so sick of school
shoulders slouch with comfort, crossing the threshold
between the public and my home.

It's snack time.

open the fridge and what do I find?
what marvelous things, upon which to dine?
a leg of chicken and a big *** of beans,
say what you will, moms can be queens
I chop up an onion splash! in the pan
a dollop of oil [extra ******, man]
add half a pepper, minus its seeds
yum! I think I know what this needs

A large pinch of cumin, a whole chicken leg
and so many beans, if beer twould be keg
then add some turmeric for fusion and flair
splash of red wine, kids: we're almost there!

I check in the freezer and Yes! I was right!
almost a dozen tortillas in sight.
I take out two, cuz they're pretty big
I yodel with pleasure, as if at a  shindig

warm up the flatbreadz, and pile it on
all of that chicken and beans and herbs from the lawn
get in my tummy, get in there so fast
that I dont realize I'm eating until I'm holding the last.

there are a few things

about death that

frighten me

the sound of the shriek my mother will make

and the

permanent frown my dad will have

every time he stares into the distance

and the

tear drop that will stain my siblings cheeks

every night

and the

lump that will never leave

my best friends throat

there are a few things

about death that

frighten me

and

none of them happen to be

dying

I feel
Like I am drowning,
But the ladder is right there.

I feel
Like I am in a box,
But with a door open.

I feel
Like I am falling,
But with a parachute strapped to me.

I feel
Like I am alone,
But in a crowded room.

I feel
Like I am drifting off,
But someone's hand is right there.

I feel
Like I am dead,
But with the heart monitor still going up and down.

"What should I be when I grow - up ?", asked a little boy .
"A baseball player ? A life-gaurd ? What ,what ,what?",he thought.
"Mother what should I be?",he asked his mother. His mother replyed ,"Be what you want to be , it doesn't matter as long as you love it!" He knew mother was right. "In a few years I'm going to be a soilder, to serve my country,thank you mother!" He grew up and became a soilder.