Start from within
Like seeing yourself dancing
Again those words
Be, do, have
It's simply a knowing
When you start from within
Then the brightness of Being
Starts flowing from within
Effortlessly doing
Easily having
Brightly shining

When you start from outside
And do things not in line with the Being
You do things
You simply do things
Yet you aren't shining
They can even block the Light
That Light of Being
For how can it shine through
When they're not one and the same

So see your self dancing
See your self singing
See your self doing
See your self thinking
See your self feeling

Just be
The Being

Now you know
Now it's clear
Thank you
for this moment.

sometimes boys will whisper  
i love you's too quickly
and you, anon, will believe them
with your gentle heart, and
capacity to believe in miracles.

sometimes the first guy isn't
the only one,
sometimes you didn't like him
to begin with and that's okay.
i know you wish it was that easy.

people say to look for love
in all places, but love likes to hide
in the nooks of bookcases,
in cars parked under trees,
in his reflection in the rear mirror
as he glances to see you
walk past with your heels too high,
and smile too giddy.

but that wasn't love.
love is mutually shared.

sometimes you fall in love
and it will hurt worse than that time
you broke your wrist.
you will shake with tremors
of madness and you will
remember his name.

it's like hearing a song
you haven't listened to in years.
something jogs your memory
and you still remember the lyrics.
you will list his hobbies,
his favourite colour, with
perfect memory.

anon, you keep finding love,
and you keep losing it,

but be patient, please.
when you are ready
tell love to come another day.

What have we become?
we trust and depend on no one
we just think about ourselves
we are all offended and blaming someone else
like savages choosing sides
throwing insults and thumping signs
internet surfing and asking life's meanings
Where is God?
Who is Becky?

you are different
I must hate you
I am perfect
I am special

hours turn into days
days into years

there is no breathing when you are living fear

we are different but feel the same pain

inside that toilet stall we all **** the same

A cup of life
An ounce of faith
A teaspoon of pain
A pound of love
A dash of heartbreak
A pinch of sass
A tablespoon of sarcasm

Stir together in that
Pretty little head of yours
And take a nap
Let bake for several hours
(time varies depending on
how badly you need this
pick-me-up)
Add in three cloves
Of happiness
And enjoy

Refresh as needed
And don't forget
To smile

Enlighten and empower
Continue to climb the ladder of success
Move forward and progress
Then you will be truly blessed
The road is a tough one
Challenges you will face
Rise above those treacherous terrains
And make your case