the clock ticks forward you think it's too fast you want to slow it down somehow make it last
Your voice wants to be heard To be more than just air to no avail Because it speaks truth It is beautiful
sometimes you swallow your words you forget to be loud but your optimism shines through even the darkest cloud
It makes people realize That maybe They're not the only ones
Make them look to the left and see you Struggling too Living And laughing and crying
Those words are more than air Because air can't possibly feel this much like a hug Like the feeling when you finally find a tree And you just embrace it
You're that tree Elena Like the one from your poem It was swaying in the wind Letting life move it beautifully
You reach up like the tree too And you dare to say that there is a way Always
And are trees just gray? No They are so beautiful And their colors are so vibrant and beautiful and poetry
you are a burst of color amidst clouds of gray your words bring joy to people every day
You are not just gray, Elena, like you said I think they're right there, always Even if they're hard to spot They appear at every smile you make possible And every beautiful word you write
you give your advice to people you don't know you brighten their days but forget to go slow
But it isn't your responsibility, dear You don't always have to be the tree for everyone Eventually it gets claustrophobic when there are so many things That you don't get sunlight for yourself
you are an amazing soul with a wondrous light when life kicks you down you put up a fight
dearest girl, You deserve it You deserve all of it The sun And rich soil The love The warmth of the hug And a break from it
You deserve it all
A collaboration by me and Lyle for the colorful, beautiful, tree-like Elena. We love you!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who will rise, and who will fall, Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who will hide, and who will stand tall, Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Actually, don't tell me, I know them all.
But please, I beg But please, I plead. Keep going…
Keep caring, Keep loving.
You’re not one to fit But you’re not the flaw. Don’t over think it Because you’re worth all.
Trusting, loving, caring for someone is not the problem. The problem is, after falling, we hide ourselves, because it hurts. But don’t hide the sun that’s meant to shine. Know you’re worth✨
I broke a glass It fell on the floor Shattered into little pieces Scattered everywhere I said sorry to it But the glass is still broken Hmm Interesting
I step on the floor Got a piece of the glass in my foot Throbbing pain I said sorry it But my foot sill bled So odd
Dad, One apology isn't enough I'm still broken and bleeding
Maybe take out some super glue It might improve my condition a little But I will never truly be the same
He said sorry for being weak around me. Honestly the apology was ******, but even if it wasn't, it's too late. But genuinely I did just break a glass so I'm going to contemplate whether I'll leave it there or clean it now.
If you cry, dear I'll let you Hold you in my arms Tell you that you'll be alright I'll collect your teardrops And release them outside On a dandelion seed And say "Look at the beauty your sadness created"
And maybe you'll say "But it's a ****"
And then I'll respond "But I love and want it in my garden It's beautiful And so stubbornly alive Just like you Because instead of dying You cried And now the world is more magical Now the world is just more poetry"
And then we'll hold hands And walk on the same earth At the same time And think about how many more dandelions we can grow If we keep on existing
And we do And we laugh And we cry And we live And we almost die But we don't Because we need to tell more weeds they're beautiful
One breath, At a time. One memory, At a time. One word, At a time. That all I need— To keep going. I just need to try, For one at a time. Till I can love myself, Not leaving myself behind.
You say you hate your body Many people do But the human body is art And nature Which means that so is everything we hate about it
It's okay to have scars The trees have them too And they're still beautiful
The stretch marks on your skin Are but the lightings in the sky The beautiful, beautiful lighting And those bumps are the stars
The fat, extra skin, cellulite are just the beautiful ocean water And our hair is grass in an open field
And all of this is Art Magic Poetry Nature All of this is beautiful So are you
I was writing a comment on a poem and I realized it could be a poem, so here we are. Something positive for a change, even though I've not been feeling it recently at all