You know
you are okay
when you are no
longer fixated
on nostalgia

The devil must
live in the ocean.
That is why the costal cities
are nests of sin and squalor.

The devil must
live in the ocean.
That is why the costal cities
are nests of sin and squalor.

The soul does not reside in the chest,
it resides in the brain,
perceiving reality
through the lens
we call our mind.

Some people
plant seeds in your heart
and grow only the purest of things
while others
seek to cut them down
and salt the earth of your soul.

Social media has a
way of warping reality
for good or for worse.
Do not let it make you feel left behind-
the only person you should be
comparing yourself with
is yourself.

It may not seem like it,
but no one,
not one person,
has their life 100% together.
Everyone has their struggles
and everyone shows it in different ways.

Grandma lied about
girls being all over me
once I got older

3:25 PM
20/2/21

These eyes
look to you
like sunflowers
look to the sun

She knows how
to sit me down and
shut me up.
She puts me in my place
like no other can and
I adore it.

And now we say goodbye
to what we thought would never end.
I can't believe it,
it's really over
and what do we have to show for it?
ashes and anguish.
All we can do now is
rise up like a phoenix
and learn from
our mistakes.

You are a sunflower  
sprouting from this heart.
I am filled with your joy and
your warmth never leaves me.
The sun shines down on us
and you and I bloom
for eternity.

I do not
love you because
you are flawless,
I love you regardless
of your flaws.

A moment together and
a thousand moments apart.
I am forever chasing
your shadow and the
night will soon be upon us.
What does distance know
of heartbreak?

I let myself go like water
flowing through the Earth.
I want to fill every corner
of this world.

The only thing we
should depend on is ourselves.
Everyone else is just an illusion-
do not fall for it.
So live life your way-
there is no other way.

The sunflowers
smile through you.
They know they can live through you
from the aura that you radiate.
They have trusted in you
their power and beauty
because you are it.

I am not heartbroken
by your lack of faith,
but by your denial
of what we held sacred.

These memories blanket me
like the cosmos above-
countless worlds I will
never experience.
The stars above sparkle
like the unsaid words and
our broken promises-
out of reach yet oh
so beautiful.

I was born up there,
between the stars and the strange,
between the silence and space.
I was born up there,
alone and afraid and
far from anything we call human.
I was born up there,
as an alien, an outsider, a foreigner,
a small gift sent from the cosmos.
I was born up there,
thrown down to Earth
with nothing but by innocence
to guide me through this
rock I call my home.

What strange power
the sunflowers have that,
once you walk among them,
your worries just fade away.
Like the countless sunflowers that
rise and fall,
we are born carefree
until our sun sets
one last time.

The most beautiful
people are those who don't know
that they're beautiful

10:25 AM
12/2/22

This pain will fade.
Pinch yourself once you
can feel again and
remember what it feels
to be human-
to be alive.

This love
like sunflowers
withers me and covers
me in the fallen petals
of what we
used to be.

I wonder if I
still haunt you like you haunt me-
a living nightmare

10:06 AM
5/2/22

There is nothing wrong
with taking baby steps.
Whether you walked instead of ran,
wrote a few sentences instead of pages,
or woke up a few minutes later.
It is better to have attempted than
to not have attempted at all.
Baby steps are okay.

No love is ever lost
no matter how wasted it may feel.
The love will return to you
in time, through healing,
in all sorts of ways.
Love cannot be measured-
it cannot be lost nor expended.  
Love surrounds us every day
in all of its abundance and awe.
Love is a miracle that will always pull us through
over and over again.
So never regret the love you give to anyone,
it will always return in its abundance
for you to share again and thus
the cycle of love
continues.

Self obsession
leads to a low opinion
and all that time and energy
could have been spent on
something else.
Get out of your head,
get out of your own way
and get out there.

I am still depressed,
I just don't think about it
as much anymore

11:01 PM
30/1/22

I don't know what to
say to you except that I
lost my heart to you

10:22 AM
29/1/22

Losing respect for
someone is worse than being
angry at someone

2:18 PM
27/1/22

I know you pretend
that I am the monster so
that you feel less guilty
about how you
treat me.

I find myself lost in the cosmos
from time to time.
Sometimes, I feel too far gone
to ever return to Earth
but that's okay,
the galaxies caress me in a
strange but splendid
silence.

You are the beauty of
a thousand sunflowers
and your smile makes the
sunrise in my chest.  
Your roots caress this soul
and intertwine your name
with every petal.

I live in an ocean
of your memories,
in shadows and the silence
at the bottom of your trenches.

You are a miracle!
Do you know how wonderful you are?
I celebrate it every day.
So always be yourself-
the miracle that you are.
Bless every second,
every heart, every day
with the miracle
that is you!

So much distance,
but not between our hearts.
So cold is the night,
but so warm are the memories
we share forever.

You may be far but
I keep you in the deepest
parts of this lone heart

6:09 PM
22/1/22

I do not
want this silence
to be the death of us.
I want to find a way back
to your laughter and song.

Nothing exists in
me that does not know your name-
you are all I know

4:31 PM
21/1/22

My soul still searches
for you from time to time.
Sometimes it finds you in the sunflowers
in all its beauty and aura
this world has been
blessed with.

Let my pour my soul
onto the page until
it overflows
and drowns me
in passion and pain.

Yesterday I
stared at the sunflowers
and lost myself in
the thought of you.

The sunflowers
whisper your name
as they spell it in the fields.
They gently sway
as the scent is carried in the wind
and I am once again reminded
of your love.

Perhaps I am not
alone as I thought I was-
perhaps they do care

4:15 PM
29/12/21

If I don't bury
myself in you, I'll bury
myself in poems

6:04 PM
20/1/22

Though this heart
still remembers our love,
your heart
has forgotten my name.

Dear Aria;
Merry Christmas;
I don't know how I got this far
without you but I
will keep going
for you.
I miss you.
I love you.

Won't you be my muse
at least for the night?
I promise to write you-
immortalize you onto the page.
Let your passion inspire me
until our next night,
and then the next.
Let this cycle of passion
never end.

Sylvie
is deceptive
to the eye and I
am left with nothing
but my imagination.