Mother Earth's Skin Oozed Between My Toes,
As I Listened To The Trees Whisper To Me,
"It's Okay, Just Let Go"
The Heat Of The Day Warmed Me To My Core,
Beads Of Perspiration Collected On My Forehead,
As My Burning Feet Cooled In The River,
The Songbirds Whistled A Soothing Tune,
"It's Okay, Just Let Go"
As My Body Sunk To The Ground,
And Became One With Our Mother,
The River Swirled Around My Feet,
Singing As It Lapped Upon My Skin,
"It's Okay, Just Let Go"
And With That, I Did

Where are the words when your body is shot,
When all sense of direction is falling apart,
When your life takes a turn and you’ve lost your way,
How can you begin to know what to say?

Where are the words when your hope slowly fades,
When your faith becomes tested on the day to day,
When you feel like the weight of the worlds on your back,
How can you begin to get back on track?

Where are the words when the tears overflow,
When you’re consumed with the fears of being alone,
When your purpose here has left you confused,
How can you begin to know what to do?

Where are the words when you aren’t accepted,
When it seems like your feelings are constantly neglected,
When your heart weighs heavy filled with hurt,
How can you begin to know your self-worth?

Where are the words when you don’t think you matter,
When you question every intention of the people around you,
When you’re drowning in a tsunami of doubt,
How can you begin to know the way out?

Where are the words when you’ve had enough,
When you don’t see the point in trying to be tough,
When you’re down on your knees and **** out of luck,
You’ll find the words: **Never give up.

Red signs and white lines.
My favorite pastimes
include turning it up
watching it go
thinking it out
and soaking it in.
Blue skies and blue eyes.

The Pearl Pink Petals Of My Heart Are Wilting,
Their Silk Like Skin Is Turing Rough And Rugged,
Recoiling They Abate Under Your Frostbitten Chops,
I've Wished For So  Long That Your Flush Pink Lips,
Would Tenderly Kiss This Flower Called, A Soul,
I Handed You This Treasure, Warning  You, Softly
That It Was A Million Pieces Just A Short While Ago

But As You Held The Semi-Broken Artifact I Saw,
That Indeed You Had Thrown Caution To The Wind,
That Your Hands Were No Longer A Nest, But A Cage,
You're Eyes Were No Longer Hazel, But Gray,
And The Way You Whisper Goodnight Was Not A
Joy, But A Hate, For I Knew I'd Be Serving You For Another Day...

I spent years trying to be
one of the boys because i
couldn't be one of the girls
that boys like or girls liked

so now I've learned to be
whatever boys like, whatever
men like I'm not sure. so I search
for those perfect traits that align
with mine and they're never in
the same place, all in different
bodies.  And however petty
it may seem, i'm worried

that no one else will ever like
me for me.

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, & it is better to be absoultely ridiculous than absolutely boring."