when you think that there's no one else left for you in the world,
do not dare to give up.
remember you live in a small town,
and out of that small sleepy town,
you may know merely one-fifth of the population.
one day he or she will appear in the most unexpected place.
and you will find beautiful people you would have never imagined or fathomed,
you'll be so amazed because you never thought someone like that actually existed near you.

one day you'll look up and then distract yourself so they won't see your jaw drop in the presence of them,
and you'll stare so frequently, but you'll strive to look further than their physical appearance, because you've never seen someone as beautiful before.
you'll search and find that despite their beauty they are a person just like you.
your heart races when you exchange looks
and you find the most intricate details of them alluring
but then just like that,
the masterpiece of a stranger has to leave,
but he lives on in my mind for hours,
and lives in these words forever.

knowing there are so many beautiful people out there waiting to be met is what keeps me going.
I want to know them all.
I hope one day I will be someones beautiful stranger

The cruel cold sea spits out salt in tall waves.
Can’t breathe when I sing or I’ll choke on sand.
Ships sail through rough seas, black skies blur
sight of those on board. Smell the damp oak creak
from blue strength, can’t slow the whirlwind in the clouds.
Let the storm brew, then pick up the spines of shells
that broke and danced in the waves. Can’t see
the shore through the haze; look for the twist and turn
of sand as it laughs – look for shimmering jewels
and gem stones, and light from the lamp
at the edge of the reef. Safe from harm.

my soul was hibernating
until gently roused by Your love

Do not fall for the plucked daisies & the sweet smelling roses
Just yet
Do not let your mind wander off to places even out of your own reach
Just yet
Do not fall for the tousled hair boy with poetry on his skin and a heart as soft as clouds
Just yet
Do not unlock your heart for someone who tells you you're cute
Hand over the key to somebody who focuses the camera on you and not on the sunset ablaze in the distance

Don't rush Love
Ring Love at 2:30 in the morning and you'll get him, half asleep and drooling on your nightgown.
Wait for Love and he will arrive at your front door with a grin on his face, a rose free of thorns, and a ring in his back pocket.

You decide.

Some days I can't write
I won't write. takes
too much heart
too much sacrifice
too much sorting through places of  my mind
I swore I'd let alone, leave be

let me be
leave me be
alone

then,
no.
Fight. Alone is dangerous

alone is an open door
alone is locking yourself in with a dragon
so I will pick up first,
my heart
then my courage
then my fingers

though cut up
and open
bleeding rivers

I will then pick up my pen
and write.

there is still so much more I need to tell you.

no more.
no more pretending.
no more pretending that i can.
no more pretending that i can do this on my own.
no more.
no more pretending.
no more pretending that i am.
no more pretending that i am strong.
i can't.
i can't do this on my own.
i am not strong.
i can't fight You anymore.
i let these walls crumble.
i am weak.
no more pretending that i can do this on my own.
no more pretending that i am strong.
no more pretending that i do not need You.
i need You.