I always had a chance to escape
But I sat there
The view behind the rods wasn’t a jail
The outer world was
If you ever talked to me I’ll consider you a tale
But for now, I’ll sit here
And with my dreams I’ll sail and sail

Aster, Iris, Heather
You had them all even though I just wanted you
Your soft words and your shy laughter
Something made you special
The compliments you said were like feather
Made me laugh and wonder why people hated me

Your lips keep moving
Mumbling words
Thinking they inspire us,
While they don’t
You regret your choices
and try guide me a way
When wisdom is not a trait of yours
Nor of me.

Like an Iris we plead to be
Beside those graves of dissimilar faces
But that’s not who we are,
Just mere humans we be.

Time may walk slow
Never will we inherit lords wisdom
We just need to walk
Fall and make mistakes
Learn from them and hold on to our scars.

you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b

if I knew I was
going to die
tomorrow
would I spend today
writing more
or
saying goodbye to my loved ones?

hardest choice of my life

maybe I'll write my goodbye
in the form of another poem
to make the best of both worlds

best part about having no friends
is having no enemies either
best part of having no significant other
is being able to feel whole by yourself
best part of solitude is
solitude
best part of loneliness is...
I wouldn't know that. I never
felt lonely.