I would walk to the end of the world
Swim across the deepest ocean
To see you tonight
My heart longs
And my eyes thirst
But to live without you
I'm cursed

They say small towns stay small for a reason:
Everyone hates them so much that they don't come back.

But that's not true.

Small towns stay small because
They're filled with so many broken hearts that no one can possibly salvage
Those messy, ruined pieces
Into something that works again.

Don't let me be
acquaintance ancestry.
Celestial bodies deny me peace,
hidden behind moonlight white sheets and
skyscraper evidence markers.
But I, advice malnourished, recede
among the intangible tangents
of lesser-used thoughts.
I let the shadows take me because
maybe they should have a long time ago
and I was too scared to let them out of my veins,
let the crack from my neck
leak the demons and my trust.
Don't let me be
predisposed possibility,
never so whole as seraphs and satanists,
guided by singularity.
My lives were revolutions,
made up of weaker constitutions
encapsulated, a prescription purpose
that guides me past milligram monument men
braver than I was, but already marble ghosts.
Let me be the helpful dream,
the stitcher of seams;
it seems the tie is torn too much,
the threads thrown astray like things lost in space,
too tangled to discern the strongest way to
reinforce the conclusion of my weakness.
Let me be the used-to-be,
the once-was boy who could never see.
Blindness is a condition I accept willingly,
and deafness with it, and warmth's retreat.
Let me be cold, forgotten gold
buried beneath a tombstone treasure map.
Let me go.

no words
can describe
the love
blooming
in my
soul.

hello,
i'm a teenage girl,
yes,
i have friends,
i have dreams,
i have passion,
i have my own favorites,
celebrity crushes,
list of wishlist.

i am happy,
happy to be me,
happy to be apart of the world,
happy to be apart of a good society.

wait,
did i just said something,
about me,
being happy,
in a GOOD society?

there is no such thing!
"good" society doesn't even exist,
right now,
no,
they don't exist!
they have turned into a horrible monster
that gobbles up people's dreams,
judging people,
without even knowing,
go against people,
without even listening.

where is the old society?
the society that cares,
that support,
that love others,
no matter what religion,
what ethnics,
where? where? where?

we suffered,
from pain,
from words.

we lost our self-esteem,
due to the mean words.

we felt horrible,
not worth it,
ugly.

we want you to stop,
stop, stare, listen and act.

this is a confession!
a confession,
from a teenage girl!
to the world!

Dear you,
i do not know how,
to describe this feeling of mine,
to you,
whom i saw,
everyday,
from a far,
all the feelings,
i've been keeping it,
for a quite some time,
not knowing when to let it out,
as i'm afraid,
afraid of being rejected,
for the thousandth time,
if you're,
to come up upon this,
this is for you,
and i...

"I Love You"