the papers torn out,
secrets i can't reveal,
there's so much i can write,
and i write what i feel.
People,
Love,
Anger,
And fear.
What these papers hold are dear,
Close to me,
And more than just words,
The things I write is my world between lines.

i could hear the silence in your voice,
it was like listening to silent music,
a beautiful oxymoron.

sleep is a distraction and an alternative
for death,
it's simply an escape from life,
my problems,
so i don't have to deal with them for a while

over the horizon,
the apricot colored semi-circle,
setting in,
the waves pulling me in,
into a daydream of the rosy pink line,
killing the sunset.

I remember when my heart gleamed with innocence
when everything was a joke,
And we thought this was what life consisted of
Though we wished to grow up,
to start living,
But it feels like it wasn’t worth
Growing up

liar, liar
you said you were fine.
liar, liar
i believed you the whole time.
liar, liar
tell me why you didn't say?
that you were hurting
and that i made you feel that way?
you could've been honest,
and told me the truth,
but you went your own way,
you're not happy now, are you?

Is it worth
Being friends with someone you can’t trust?

Love should be unconditional, right?
Then why do I feel like I can't tell you
How I feel
Without you judging me??

Love should be endless, right?
Then why do I feel like it's gonna end
Before i can even say my last words??

Love should be expressed, right?
Then why is hidden
Beneath everything we have??

As much as you make me feel loved,

I still don't think I can tell you
What I need to tell you

we all want power,
but we don't realize that power comes
from our words

i can hear your words,
but no longer decipher them,
i can see you alive,
but to me you're dead,
i can feel your presence,
but no longer here,
you're like a ghost to me now,
you once meant something to me
but now I just see right through your lies

nothing is perfect,
so there is never a "forever"

everyone's a liar,
we lie about ourselves,
we put ourselves through something,
and never tell someone else.
We want to keep us secret,
so we say that we're okay,
so that we don't get attention,
and the world keeps working anyway.

you're like the ground my feet can't reach,
the never ending sea,
you're an inch away,
just an inch away,
but i can't seem to get to you.

summer sounds like glee, and children playing at the beach

fall sounds like satisfaction, and the color of leaves

winter sounds like hugs, and the snow a fluffy white blanket

spring sounds like the breath of fresh air, and the bed of flowers in my garden

there's a victim,
and there's people that hurt them.

Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference

the leaves change color,
they're tired of living,
once so green,
so full of color,
now on the ground,
crispy and duller.

i'm not going to live your lies,
i'm going to live my truth,
whether you like it or not.

the joy of alone,
my solitude gives me space,
it helps me think,
sometimes i just need to be around nobody but myself.

the dark holds more secrets,
than the light ever could,
i want to stay here,
and i know i should.
I'm not who i want to be,
except in the dark,
because the night holds me,
like my secrets in the dark

writing poetry is the only time i can expose myself,
humiliate myself,
and people are still going to acknowledge it

i don't want to die alone,
but i don't want to die with you either

don't shame me for what i did wrong,
you were like me once too

if i got everything i ever needed,
then i wouldn't be here with you

I’m a poet,
But my words don’t make sense,
An artist,
But my paintings are all over the place,
A musician,
But I can’t get the notes correct,
And I’m a human,
And sometimes I make mistakes.

i was awake,
when the world was asleep,
it was like i was my primal self,
just me.
The moon was speaking,
and said what it had do,
the stars were peeking,
and watched me dance to,
the music of the silence,
when the world was asleep,
i was happy,
with me, and only me.

i stood in front of the mirror,
and i didn't make sense to me.
But then again,
words never make sense in front of a mirror

her mother used to tell her
that each star in the sky told a story,
from our ancestors,
and now the stars live to tell us that story.

𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦?
stop thinking about it, just go to sleep.
𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?
don't think, just close your eyes.
𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?
stop.
𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦?


i don't know.

i never will.

just let me sleep

don't teach me how to spell betrayal,
it's been in front of my eyes my whole life

you want to rule the world?
then join all the chaos and go crazy for the money

let's be lonely together,
we can make the most of it,
let's be sad together,
we can make the best of it,
we'll cry with each other,
and scream out in anger,
but in the end,
we'll both end up together.

i lost my whole world to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can stay in hell together.

i gave up time to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can stay stuck in time together.

i caused a hurricane to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we are our own storm.

i made up lies to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can live faithfully now

i feel like i can't do much
with being me,
when all i want to do
is help others feel appreciated.

silence is so loud.
it's louder than the thunderstorms,
louder than hell,
silence is louder than actual words,
only because you kept it that way.

you can't trust a survivor,
until you find out what they did to survive

Let the wind take my breath,
And the sea wash me away,
Let the trees pave the way for me,
And the sun make a beautiful day.

my smiles mean pain,
my smiles mean "save me",
my smiles mean that i need to be loved
my smiles are anything but smiles;
they're screams for help

my smile creeps up on my face

the blood contrasting on the grass looks so lovely

who knew it would bring such joy to a person

to see the body lying there,

expressionless,

it's better than the arrogance it had.

Now i stand here alone,

the moonlight giving the body a magnificent glow.

can i shut our book closed?
can i end the story told?
can i start over with something new,
can i get over you?

how do i measure life?
it's balanced by the people you love,
and the people that love you.
It's balanced by the people you hate,
and the ones that hate you.
It's balanced by how you love yourself,
and how you take care of yourself.
But sometimes, the scale gets unbalanced,
and you don't want to live anymore

the sun sets,
because she believes she's not good enough,
and the sun rises,
because she has faith in herself

what if i never said those things?
would you look at me the same way?
what if i hid my identity,
my true self,
and maybe then you wouldn't hate me.
They all want me to be something

why can't they just love me for me?