She stripped her fears away
and clothed herself with courage
No one could ever undress
There she goes
dressed in confidence
Head's up high, she knows
better and bold
You weren't born to be your family's dream come true,
to wear what people choose for you,
to feel guilty for never being good enough.
You know that perfect cousin you were taught to admire?
They're just as troubled as you are,
perhaps they mess up just as much
but they cover up their tracks.
I can confirm, I've seen the lies,
I've seen the remorse in their eyes,
that is, while they still have any.
So, don't take life as it is,
change a little, for a change,
do what you gotta do, life is too strange
to have only one way to succeed.
Does the solitary candle desire to melt and die?
Is it silvered kite fate to glide on the wind?
How can a blind seek the uncertain light?
What if these wishes are the test of an unfair life.
Maybe it wasn't about the candle's love,
But the warm gaze of baleful flame grew all unkind.
Maybe a blind can't find the light,
can't differentiate between black and white.
Like pandora's box mystery, the light will give him a fright.
Maybe there is no answer that is right.
My mother once said,'no one is empty of love'
Then why every soul is thirsty,
Why is every heart full of questions?
Other people look so efficient,
they look so collected,
I wish I could see that in my reflection.
Anybody else seems so lucky,
their lives look so much better,
I wish I was in someone else's skin
but I suspect the portrayal isn't accurate.
There's nothing more dangerous than being alone with your own thoughts.
I hate watching how much freedom he gets to have
more than how little choices she is given by everyone.
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
Always be that beautiful butterfly ,which is hard to catch..
And always be that bad boy, with a good heart...
And here we are
Five years running
and nothing to show
except the slowed
and an absence
of what once was
Except you don't know
know that I'm
know that I'm
if I'm behind in
I feel I'm at a loss
because we met each other
and now I'm just pointed bones
and you are the sun
and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you
But I am burnt
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.