You are the sunshine that wakes you,
  And the moonlight that sings you to sleep.
You are everything that is here.
  You are laughter; you are tears.
You are passion, longing,
        Reaching, finding...

You are the stars in the sky, eternally bright.
  You are the adventure you seek; the battles you fight.

Let go of fear, there's beauty here,
Just open up your ears and hear!

You are Love.
You are the Question and the Answer.
You are real, you are here, and you are now.

And you are so Beautiful.

We're all stars
each and every one of us
some light up the world
like the sun
others light up darkened corners
like a trash barrel fire
and others are never seen
light years away
we only see the memories
after death flashes
of quaking brilliance

She walked in from the street
windswept,
she had come close to breaking
everything in the outside
weighing down upon her
with every passing second
expectations
clashing
with reality
leaving her cracked
and those cracks told her story
with no falsity
it was plain and simple
and he traced the cracks
with his own yellowed fingers
smiling at her
enjoying the tale
enjoying her
not wanting to save her
or fix her
just wanting to keep her
keep her
as she is

He wanted to write
as a way of expression
and rejection
a stage to vent
everything which threatened
his tranquil, lazy life,
he was fine going unknown,
hungry,
broke,
broken,
a man watching from the shadows
looking for somebody worthwhile
somebody he could talk to
and enjoy looking at
maybe he was unrealistic
maybe was one huge *******,
a typical womanizer,
just another guy,
but he wanted to write,
he wanted to write about her

I was reading this little story today.
A group of four-year olds were asked
“What is love?”
The answers were humorous.
They were cute, even true…
But I came across one
That made me think of you.
“I know my older sister loves me,
Because she gives me her old clothes,
And she has to go out and buy new ones.”
I smiled at this,
But thought about it some…
This little girl is right.
I’ve given you buckets of clothes.
I’d give you the shirt off my back,
Because an older sister’s love
Is the most selfless act.
I love you more than I love shoes,
Or the way it smells after it rains,
Or our conversations we have in the car.
You’re more than the sum of our memories,
And you’re more than our shared genetics,
You’re my best friend forever…
You always were, really,
Because who else would just let me cry
Over the stupidest things
While you just listen?
You always were the pretty one,
But you make me feel just as gorgeous.
I know I’m not.
But thanks for letting me believe it.
You’ve tested my patience a billion times,
But it only made me love you more.
You let me learn self-control,
You showed me how to love peoples’ flaws.
I chuckle.
I used to write you stories,
And now I write you poems.
My poems for you are my favorite ones, anyway.

Whenever I see
her tears,
It's time to dive right in,
and I'm already drowning
sinking to the ocean floor of her sorrow,
believing I could've prevented her river from flooding the banks, and
throwing my life preservior after her before she had gone overboard.

The switch of the sun is stuck on off,
and the dizzying waves
come crashing over my frail frame
slamming me below the surface.

Haunting stories to never be retold.
Nobody there to carry them
A firey blaze kept you going
then a heart break put out the fire
that's been burning for going on 13 years
And all of sudden,
your tears are bombs
Each one that drops from your war zone eyes,
narrowly missing me

But I'm hanging in there
For you
But that isn't my story. My story is
being the sirens that you could hear coming closer,
but that never actually showed up
at your doorstep,
that one pink leaf that gets flicked off the branch
which once promised hope.

So you uncoil from under the rubble
the foundation of your heart got blasted away
Some of it from your own error.
Unravel the white flag as I finally make out your figure
In all the darkness,
I somehow transform to that beacon
which is something you've been looking
for your whole entire life you've been flung around

Time to grab you,
hold you tight
and wait until the alarms become inaudible
summer after summer,
I layed there in my world,
taking in the fresh air.

And this whole time,
on another world,
held you
your misery,
your destroyed faith,
and the hope you used to treasure.
Everywhere you walk,
was a graveyard,
tombstones and rotted oaks
uprooted from your place on the shore
where you could look out at all those,
And to think..
this whole time,
I was just past the horizon,
searching for you,
trying to be that saving grace
you so desperatley needed.
If only I could wish all your worries away.
Let them become the stars
that shine so bright,
they outshine the moonlight.
Holding you close,
Bringing you back into the world of love and promise and security.
That is my story.
I wouldn't have one
without that first wave rocking me off my feet
falling a thousand feet down to slam into your troubles.