There are so many things
I'd like to say
but not all of them shall come
at least not today

I met you while I was young
and I had soon begun
to realize that we would always be friends
until the death of the sun

This poem may not be the daily
It may not even be read
but at least I know that
when i'm with you
i'll never fail to be fed

that last line was random
quite like you and me
but oh Han I love us
to the bottom of the sea

we play in the snow
we dance in the rain
we laugh at our jokes
and we love each other all the same

you cry in movies
you love to read books
you are always yourself
even if you may get looks

you love like no other
I have ever seen
you show off you Faith
even when others are mean

I look up to you
in so many ways
I am in a constant state
of an unintentional daze

we laugh
and we have cried
we have lived
and we have bide

I have known you since I was young
but oh best friend hang tight
because our story hasn't even begun

sometimes i feel too much
sometimes i feel too little
i wish i could stay in that happy place
that lies right in the middle

when i feel too much
it's a torrent of emotion
a downpour of epic proportion
and i pray for it to end

yet when it does i don't feel enough
i'm numb, frozen, depressed.
I then pray for this to end
and i'd do anything to feel again

so i'm stuck in this happy limbo
never feeling quite right
like goldilocks in the three bear's house
i can't sleep at night

Do you hear that?
The hollow.
The emptiness.
The isolation.
The sound of void.
You look for other things to fill the void.
You search and search, but what are you searching for?
Everything else awakens desire, temptation, anything to fill in that void and it is still not enough.
You were too busy looking for something else that you didn’t see what is right in front of you.
He has been there the entire time.
He can fill that void.
He can bring you happiness, joy, love, and peace.
Look for Him, turn to Him.
Seek Him and you will find exactly what you’ve been needing.

she's got a broken smile
for a broken heart
she likes to hope
her brokenness
is a work of art
lost in herself
she cannot breathe
around him, around her.
too many people
who aren't falling apart.
a broken smile
with a broken heart
her father says
she's a work of art

Please I beg of you

That no matter how hard it gets

Or how misunderstood your heart becomes,

Do not let this chaotic world turn
You cold.
Please don't allow yourself to become as hard as ice.

Let yourself forgive and forgive and forgive.

Don't fight love,
Let it in.
Keep your fire.

Holding back just slowly makes you like the rest of them.


What kind of world would we live in
If we didn't have people strong enough to show people
That love and only love
Is what keeps the rest of this freezing world, warm?

We chew on words
We chew on thoughts
We chew them like curds
We chew a lot.

We chew on gum
We chew on emotions
We are so dumb
We just go through the motions.

We chew on our fingers
We chew on rubber bands
We start to linger
We honestly just don't understand

That chew means to think
and think means to chew
I know before I even blink
That I will always love you.

If a poem could save you,
could mend all your breaks,
let it be this one,
for both of our sakes.

If a poem could teach you,
could offer you faith,
I pray that this poem
has what it takes.