trust no one
but trust me
in the middle of nowhere
where tranquility is a rare resource
and inner peace the prize

writing your name a thousand times
the line on the paper
would curl up and die

the phrase “love don’t die”
is just a muddled version of
I’d like to lie

don’t make life seem like a fairy tale
books have known endings
stable mendings

we, however, weren't born to get sold

we were born to hold one another
save them from whatever's out there
while we are life's presence
but you cannot believe you can love forever

imagine being isolated from everything you love






take those painfully intense emotions
make them be your guide to loving more, loving stronger, and being the fire that you still are, maybe just smoking, maybe you can't see anything at all.

But you were born to ignite your true colors

Even if you can't see with you heart

Wait till I build myself a home
With no walls, chairs, or a kitchen
...But for my love
A place I can store my love

Incapable of controlling my tongue
she escorts me like my brain to my feet
a headache of me, one massive ache
uprooting my feet and making me wonder
what have I done

what do these walls know,
what do I own but the brain that explodes at the slightest *****
I'm sensitive
my feelings write my story on my face
and no one stays at the sight

he's taking it slow because he knows good things take time

you remind me of my future*
keep me in today, with you in your presence
it takes the smallest touch
the biggest smile
confident eyes; they know they like what they see
and they search deep into my soul, dive into the deep end of my heart
shredding love like water
you don't need to breathe underwater

you're shocking
unreal for this reality I'm living
but you're taking your time
and I'm taking mine;

we are clockwork ticking away together, in the company of sour patch kids and m&m's fallen through the crevices of the couch

as you progress through my bones I become stronger
as you progress through my lungs I breathe harder
as you progress through my skin I become softer

I wasn't even looking and yet...
I still get hurt
-

A picture can paint a thousand words
To me
*A word can paint a thousand pictures

how it feels to be newly 24
it feels short termed
like a fresh turned leaf
the beauty is unimaginable but in the back of your mind the unrelenting doom that it will be gone so soon
and as the wrinkles of time sway you, it only makes sense to wonder about how many lines have formed due to worry
I've worried my whole life it seems
for external matters, internally, and things unseen
when will I get married
when will I have a baby
when will I become an adult
when will I feel ready?

Unanswered questions leave holes in my life, open ended questions are always the toughest, though seen easiest because you can elaborate

But what can I say

nobody is disabled
or perfectly able

sickened talk of lowering someone's worth due to the undying fact that you want to feel like the lucky one
Maybe it's not luck, maybe we are plagued with layers of dealing with hurt and our mind makes up different images. makes them look like a doe, that in a slim chance you can rise above and beyond

If you ask someone with a "so-called disability"
they say they wouldn't change a thing
they love who they are and who they are would never look like anyone else

they smile and have learned to appreciate every fine detail of the life they live

you can take my kisses, we can get it on but you can never be as close as I. fighting to get to the heart, digging a pathway in the cold winter

dandelions are beautiful
yet my dad is stuck on the premise of it being a ****

mow it down
rip it to shreds

a beautiful nuisance

the air was thick
clouds of anxiety filled their lungs
whatever's going to happen
can never be undone
he took a deep breath in
and exhaled while letting his words fall out
I'm sorry babe
but I think we're done
the whole room went numb
not a word she spoke
not a move did she make
it was a horrible heart break
his eyes were blazing with fear and sadness
but all she saw
was anger and gladness
she couldn't accept his feelings
when hers were peeling
peeling from the walls he once painted
her eyes shifted away
and started to exit
while she heard him sniffle
she thought good heavens
she slammed the door hard
and that was all...

I see perfection covered in dust and as I wipe away yesterday I see you

You as in faded laughs and haunted doorways which remain locked till this day

You don't want me
Not even in the slightest

A fleeting moment
A nothing

dim the lights
conspire to undress the day
and find the light

The more you think
the more you wont
the more you do
them more you will

in a world where the greater population believe in Jesus more than themselves

Just shield me from the consequences, feelings, bitter opinions of the roaring audience. Opinions are only opinions until they take form into a rolling ball knocking down all others. Then they are a destruction. Bulging eyes and red cheeks~ you don't have to get so mad. Fires are not supposed to flood our bodies, and I know you want to feel alright. So let us all believe what we want without hurting others

because I thought of you;
today has turned into forever
by chance the brightest leaves happen to fall on my feet
the grass is fading and responsibilities begin to find their hiding place

when you do things for fame..
you don't become happy anymore
because the things that made you happy before
are now in a cold storage
because you're acting like you can morph emotion

A whisper in my ear
told me to have courage
face my fears
and nothing will hurt me
because if I'm not brave
I can't take the risks
that may have been worth it
It's such an easy thing to say
but how do I go about being brave?
Is it all in my voice
or the expression on my face
I need to know
for my upcoming date

The boys are birds. flocking towards the prey, girls. The ones who wade get captured first, though the ones who lie deep in the waters, are never heard.

It is a bittersweet
How one can live a life
But death sounds better

That I will prepare for that day
Until that day
and when the day arises
What shall I have but a grave?

Would my life have been a waste
Or my bones litter the world

I drink the thought and choke
Because death is a dark hole of no return
Yet people get swallowed alive daily

A faint reminder to my fellow people
Live in the life you have been given
Because death is certain

Your ending curtain

Don’t assume today will be tomorrow
That the present is the past
Or that people can’t see you when you’re hiding

They see you when you’re hiding
Like the nails pierced so far through your wall,
They are hard to let go of and so hard to get back
Impossible creates a body and hovers over your every move

Acts like it can comfort you
Acts like it knows you

When in reality it doesn’t know you like comfort
Doesn’t know you stay between the walls of familiarity
And only talk to similarity

When you find escape
of stretched out fields
And rows of corn, long and reminiscent

Relaxation strikes and you feel good
It’s when the eyes are burning through your back
That you don’t like
It’s the wind’s harsh voice, when it nests in your stomach that you
Can’t take
The vibration of screaming and wrongdoing that keeps you up
The reason you move is the cloud of hope,
The bubble of hope that grows bigger and takes so little to burst

That only some still enjoy today
Blowing bubbles

when a heart breaks,


recalling a moment you don't remember
subduing myself from conversation
thoughts connecting dots while laughing
with the person right in front of me

this is how it happened to me;
body literally shaking from concern
eyes taped with tears
nose glued shut

what am I gonna do
when I liked you so much
and now the sky has you
it now needs you
has met you by now,
and wont ever give you back

I swear I'll met into a puddle when I see you again <3

can you just simply forget
How to do the things that made you live
you let all fall that are gifted in grace, let them hesitate with an insecure skip
dismay catapults while grey shadows
your previously bubbling take

her head was up in space
caught on the milky way
wanting to come back down to earth
trying to find a way
but everything was a blur
signs pointing that a way
and the other
just confused her more
wondering why life hurts
why does this always happen to her
maybe she deserved this pain
it was the only way
to prove a point
that she needs to make a change
a better way
a better life for her
it's time she realized
that time is her only alibi
that sometimes you need to cry
to make it by
you don't always have to be strong
you are not king kong
so you can always remember
life moves on
the train wont leave without you
the airplane wont take off
you are that missing puzzle piece
to that challenging jig saw.

imagination seems so outlandish
dotted lines and crooked t's autumn is as long as a passing train, you see it's wonderful colors and other's may try to get across sooner, you sit crossed legged thinking it won't end but knowing it's only a coping mechanism for change

color me happy
paint me with a smile
and create me with some style
package me up
with care, and love
and send me away
to a place not so grey
where children laugh
adults show respect
and everyones relaxed...
I'm not asking for perfection
no
I'm asking for affection.

In a world where creativity is put first

no ranks

no grades

because how can you judge a human race

on if they made a certain grade

when we cannot even explain

the trueness of the big bang

oh, intelligence is fine

but I think it's not right

since we all come from a different whom

and are still expected to be advanced at school

school should become extinct

we have our brains still to think

no test is bigger than life

so maybe we should start *studying

Crystal eye
circular ear
sharp edged nose
grinned mouth

what do we perceive as the perfect human
because we all have different concepts of "perfect"
we all like different aspects about humans.
that's why we fall for certain people
and don't know why.

she breathed when the night rolled in, tried to capture the light one last time. held her breath till the morning when reality set in, extinguished her fear with the rising sun.

But I still worry. Is the worse yet to come?

is my life a curtain an inch open, I can't see what's coming but I see something.

Wait till your eyes dry to do this next step. Stand in the middle of nowhere it's the greatest feeling yet.

be so thrilled you don't know what you're doing,
it works,
I've tried

And you started trailing
leaving me behind

and I am known for failing
so I knew the cue to cry

my dad taught me to never go half way
well I tried to love you fully

but the thing about loving fully
is that sometimes if things are tough

you get washed up

buried alive in the debris of love

“If you ever need to sit by a fire, I’ll be the warmth flying about.”

k.m

You set me on fire

The consequence?

Your every last desire

It was a hope

But hopes aren't real

As real as your

Fairytale dreams

And to me

I knew it was never meant to be

Because something great

Is better to be desired

my ***** little secret
is that some nights
i get so into my dreams
that i actually believe
we were meant to be

then i remember
you've had a friend before
and maybe i'll just be thrown
out the door

cause i can't keep conversation
better less a four week relation
but it's my stupid willpower
makes me come back for more
my stupid tumblr inspiration board

it's me
it's me believing in happiness
and you are the center of
why i keep smilin

i have so many feelings for
i wanna tell them all to you
but i am fearful
that the truth may be rude
so i'll keep dreamin
and pretending it's true

DOES YOUR MOTHER TAKE LONG WALKS FOR HOURS TRYING TO COMPREHENDED WHY YOUR LUNGS DON'T SHOUT MUSIC?

DOES SHE CRY REFUSELY WITHOUT EXPLAINING THAT YOU'RE THE PAIN?

SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, SO LOVE HER.

SHE MAY NOT KNOW EVERYTHING, BUT SHE MADE YOUR EVERYTHING

Glowing from the refreshing crystal blue water
an angelic presence
along side
an artistic landscape
with an abundance of animals
roaming freely
everything appeared unblemished
perfect
desirable
my mother finished reading
I asked
is there such a thing as happy endings?
my mother replied
yes
if you work with what you have
and are satisfied in the end
that’s all that truly matters
I took her words to heart
because I’ve never had a true answer
happy endings seemed to only be in fairytales
over the years,
I’ve also picked up on something else
in every fairytale
there are common factors
you aren’t just handed anything
you have to fight
overlook the irascible people
and do what’t best for you.

this was the most  important lesson I’ve ever learned.

Happy endings don’t only exist in fairytales.

**they exist everywhere.

you may not understand me
though that's fine
because at times
I don't understand myself

*I don't understand what I could have seen in you.

you'd think in life
we'd be able to do anything
and not let emotions get in the way
...........................................................
s­adness
crying every night
watching the latest soap operas
and you think you might die
anxiety
for that upcoming test
you try to study
but your brain feels like a huge mess
fear
a shark in the water
biting at your feet
hearing this
you may not be able to sleep
anger
you get so mad
you may blow up
and bite off somebodies head

a windy road that doesn't end
a curvature in my spine that can bend
a hum that creates a song
a lake in which the water flows on

My love for you is endless
*endlessly endless without end