Time goes on and it
never stops only flashes
of memories live

inside our squidgy
minds where we cannot see our
brain only darkness

where whispers echo
sometimes sweetly sometimes harsh
It's a difficult one

to analyse is
to take up to much precious
time..not worth the try

Lavender travels
around the world together
Leaving a sweet taste

Mountains are climbed high
Achievements are made with warm smiles
Spring comes and then goes

Leopards gallop fast
Faster than summer breeze but
not faster then time

Time is clever and
time knows this , yet it never
listens to wishes

So in this big world
We live it the best we can
With strength love and smiles

You left and I had to accept the fact that you're gone in someone else's arms. I have to accept the fact that there isn't an us anymore. I have to accept the fact that there won't be any family dinners at grandmas on Sundays anymore. I have to accept the fact that I won't be apart of you anymore but you'll always be apart of me. I have to accept the fact that your family isn't mine and mine isn't yours. I have to accept the fact that were not sharing t-shirts anymore. I have to accept the fact that our lips won't touch and the the endless cuddles aren't mine anymore. I have to accept the fact that you're not here to push me to the highest extent. I have to accept the fact that your his and not mine. I have to accept the fact that your absence is suppose to make me stronger...

am I good enough for you mirror yet
am I pretty enough for you yet
no o ok
I have make-up and I dyed my hair
mirror am I good enough for you yet
am I pretty enough for you yet
no **** I thought that would do it
I guess not though
three years latter
I have a scared wrist
and scared theighs
mirror am I good enough for you yet
am I pretty I enough for you yet
no I guess not my skin is ugly
because you didn't accept me when I needed you to

accepting world ha
no i have friends who no one accepts
and im not accepted cause im bi
but thats okay
but my friends
they have pasts only I know about
most of it my mom dont even know nor will she ever
just dont judge people based on their past
give them a chance!

Your construct is enslaving us
we beg and beg for more
trading life and family time
for that bi-weekly score

they will feed you to make you sick
then patch you still unwhole
all the while demanding payment
a form of death control

we borrow what does not exist
from whom we've never seen
try to fill that empty hollow
with California dreams

behind this clever tragedy
wearing the glaring grins
are statues cold, fashioned in gold
of little empty men

I wish I was different, more like everyone else…
I wish I was manly and strong by myself.
To have thicker skin, strong muscles,
Better cheekbones and manlier **** muscles…
I can’t help that I am so soft,
I’m like a marshmallow, so puffy and sweet,
I like cute things like cookies and home made things…
I can tell what you should wear on your one night out,
I can say that you look fierce today and giggle out loud…
I can snap my fingers and say “Nu-uh!” but that won’t help,
Cause I am too soft for the world and everyone else…
I can’t help that I like to cuddle a pillow, when I sleep tight
In my very comfy sheets with hearts and cute little beasts…
I think women are nice, they are smart and proud,
They are our mothers, our doctors and teachers,
Without them we would all be so dumb,
Hitting each other with sticks and stones all night long…
Though something about a man is way more special,
They give better hugs and make me feel like I could give my life to another…
I would move mountains for some, yet some are real *****,
They seem to know what’s right when they kick around the weak…
I guess I just like them, for who they are, so strong, so comfy,
So handsome and tall, or short or chubby, they just seem so nice,
They know what would be good for me, they would protect me at night.
I wish I could change something, make myself not who I am now.
But I should learn how to love and be proud,
I am here, almost functional and I am quite caring,
I can be interesting and wonderful and just simply nice,
And maybe I’m soft but I keep myself alive.

So many,
strive to be happy.
Putting happiness on the podium
as the end goal in life.
Me,
I strive to be sad.
Not as a depressing view on life.
But it's easier for me
to feel happy
than to feel sad.
And I don't believe it's healthy
to cherish the one and
abandon the other.
It needs a balance of yin and yang.
Life is about the full spectrum.
Without the low tales,
we wouldn't recognize the high mountains.
I wished of course
to have often times
tears of happiness in my eyes.
But I know of the value and relief
that the salty tears of sadness
can bring into the soup of life.
How they purify our being
and help to let go.
To let go of
not working relationships,
passed loved ones,
unfulfilled ideas,
not met expectations
and undo-able concepts.
Sadness shouldn't be something to avoid,
but the one thing
to be embraced.