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she may feel alone left in the rain, wet with loneliness. However I am always there to hold the umbrella to keep her dry until her storms clear. I love her for who she is
Love a person for who they are not what they could be or were, be in the "now" the future is not reachable and past is behind us.
KHY Sep 27
Are you okay?
No, are you?
I'm not okay. Will we ever be okay?


Just stop.

Right now,
right here.


Whoever you are,

whatever you're going through,


The best thing you can be is you.

You are you,

and you are

Everyone needs to hear and see more of this: be who you are, do what you love, be yourself.

I wish that people all over the world would give each other this message, and that everyone would love each other and be kind.

Let's make it happen :)
amber Sep 24
slipping into sleep,
laying my head,
on my pillow,
I imagine it
to be your chest.

the nights drift by.
finally, i find myself,
no longer,
having to pretend.

I don't have my pillow,
but I have you.
your embrace is warm,
and it puts me to sleep.
Pedro Vialle Sep 23
for your life
not knowing what way
danger comes from
red and blue lights
shots fired
stray bullets
easy targets
never the bad guy
but always the black no one
tell me, when?
when this will stop?
when all this spilled blood
will finally be enough?
**** all those uniformed *******, those hateful pigs! They're killing CHILDREN over here...
I saw the Cover and felt
Like a child at the book fair
I want that one!

Ta-Nehisi's first,
I was already sold
Before, I read the description:

A Slave Tries to Control
His Special Powers


The description felt like
It described my year perfectly
And yet not at all
Between The World And Me
And you
Place for a cry
Pretentious love
Young love articulating itself
Mostly teens having disorders and inadequacy
Heartbroken subordinates
Finding their peace in mythic love narratives
And thats not for me to judge
But as one sassed mouth boy said
"If you listen to katy perry's lyrics for wisdom , then **** yourself "
Has it became an escape for you ?
Maybe just a brief time for deep contemplation
Having hope in sprinkles
Whatever helps i guess.....
Another kind of a drug i guess.....
I hate that one has to add hashtags at last of their poetry
very very formal and pretentious
saltwater turned into rain
dancing from north to south
singing out your name.
everyday is the same
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