I'm not gullible, you know.
I know second chances
are just excuses.
I know I have to stop counting the stars for those
who wouldn't even stay up to see them glow.
I know.

I can't keep breaking myself to fit their template,
to make them feel perfect.
I know I need to start burning bridges
with the match that has always stayed unlit through my temperance.
I know.

I need to stop looking through rose-colored lenses.
I always hoped that when I took them off,
nothing would change.

But maybe it's good that
I finally see what has really been in front of me.

It feels like you’re running
Far away, everyday
But still, I’m not moving
Trying hard to find you again
Who are these people
With their ears to the ground?
Leaning towards our end
And I see that they are talking;
“You should leave; fight for what you want; I guess you are in a relationship where you are not wanted”
But I can’t hear a sound, drowning in a dying wave
Bad, I wanted this love to be eternal
Thought we are the type of the melody that don’t fade out
Please don’t die
I stand in the corner
Do you remember all those plans we made
When life was like a wishing well
10:52 PM, you are raising hell
****, I thought I knew you oh-so well
The walls around are falling down
I see you notice
But keep your words all to yourself
We are different people
But we’re together now
I wonder if I will ever get over you
Got me dreaming of the changes that we’ll make now

Look in the mirror and tell me what you see.

A beautiful soul destined for greatness, set yourself free.

Your smile is as sweet as sugar, it captures the eyes of onlookers.

You're phenomenal, you're one of a kind.

Remind yourself that you're worthy and a mastermind.

Apply pressure because you're the finest treasure.

Your personalities set the room on fire, your determination inspired others.

Your skin is pure, your skin is gold, and your body is perfect.

Self love is important, don't bleach or inject.

Whether you’re fat, whether you’re skinny.

Love your body shape.  

Don’t try to escape your body image.

You’re incredibly beautiful.

You’re incredibly handsome.

All that beauty shows.

Body Shaming is rude and offensive.

I know it’s depressive, I went through it before.

Ladies and Gentlemen when you’re having self-doubt.

Remember to read my lesson.

A lesson on self-love and positive message.

You’re a blessing.

Accept your flaws, self- confidence and self-respect.

Love yourself in every aspect.

Now look in the mirror and tell me what you see.

You’re more than what society makes you seem.

Stop waiting for fair
Stop trying to forgive
Nature is beautiful
And savage
And in the end,
Unbeatable

She will continue
With
Or without you.
She does not stop
To tally the ways we've broken her
She does not stop
To try to understand our actions
She understands
That the motions around her
Are out of her control
And she simply has too much
To keep in order
To pay attention to us


And though our actions
Make her have to work even harder
She does what she must
And though sometimes it feels
As if we are the ones in control
We are but a chapter in her story
A chapter that changes her
Irrevocably
A chapter that hurts her
And takes her beauty
To display on our walls
But she does not stop to worry
Or to remind us
Of our roles.
She simply continues on
In the understanding
That this world is hers.

A moment of rare silence,
perhaps honesty, even prayer
on my drive home at night
among jacked-up trucks,
shifty-eyed low beams,
shifting medians of concrete
and brake lights as far as I can see.

I’m afraid what I will do trying
to outrun this life and untold others
I’ve cut off and are now coming at me.
A true fear, the kind I trust
as I grip the wheel with the strength
of anger that sees its worth in me.

Some mornings I stand in the road
and the moon is full in the trees
and pulling for me. Birdsong
is bringing me first light
to wear like a St. Christopher medal
against the surround sound
of the expressway always close by.

Very little makes me feel softer than the warm glow of candlelight; though this incident of loveliness will be followed by an inexorable decline - a humbling reminder that these moments are fleeting. I will neglect the idea that a mere gentle breeze holds the power to extinguish the light that keeps me feeling beautifully tender - I will not think about how a candle simply cannot burn forever.

Tender, outstretched hands — a gentle invitation for the touch of acceptance, of which I have waited patiently for. I now not only hear affirmations of growth; I feel them too. Through the blessings of beautiful opportunities, I have grown fruitful, which I pay for in eternal gratitude. I seep into the earth, the trees, wind and sun, and slowly slip into a warm oblivion.

Afternoons are for self-indulgence.
All other pursuits are inadvisable
(they usually end in tears,
or never get off the ground).
Lethargy and sleepiness prevail.

But if you give in to the whims
of the subconscious,
take off all your clothes
and get back into bed,
stare at the branches moving gently
     outside your window,
Then, then all the magic of
     the universe is at your disposal.
The journey has just begun
into a clover leaf or out
  to the far reaches of the
   galaxy and beyond.
To dream in the afternoon
  is the utmost pleasure.