scrolling through the
mesmerizing feed
through his writing
his words are beautiful
true talent, of course,
but more
he's an amateur
that should be
a professional

he's kind
and funny
and when i praise his work,
he praises me,
not just because he wants to
give back
the words
i gifted him
but because
he thinks
i'm good enough

he's only through a screen
but the screen shows a lot
and i'm glowing
and i'm happy
and he's making me happy
i'm happy
for once.
it won't be
for once
anymore,
because stars don't just disappear
in a second.
he might stay.
i might stay.
we will be okay.

thank you
galaxy
for giving me
one of your stars

I have let myself wander and go
away from the me I always was

a wild thing,
rootless,
unforgettable,
&
resilient,

the world is trying to muffle the sound of my
soul yelling through the fog my heart has created

other's views and negative thoughts
have affected me greatly
every harsh, word or tense way has sent me reeling,
pushing me farther and farther away from finding myself again,
got me off track, pointing me in every direction except the one I need to get back to me

forget myself and I forget it all,
lose the best parts of me and the worst at the same time,
doubt creeps in and I don't wanna try,
because who I am doesn't seem to matter anyway,
no one would even care if I disappeared,
in fact they would be happy I wasn't here

the voice that's left in my soul is exhausted from holding up the weight,
but space and time has created some beautiful things and the Lydia who is left under my skin hopes that the same will be true for me

i am a grain of sand
of rice
of billions and billions of others
no one can see me in this tsunami

i want an adventure
something that will grant me
the freedom i need
just like a genie

i hope that you will love me
and care
but maybe you don't
because "i" is the nobody that is desperate
for love

there are three meanings for
"take me out"

- shoot me, drown me, hang me, etc.
- i want to go on a date, so please bring me with you
- i am trash to you

how do you do this?
multi-task like this?
because
you're doing all three things
at the
same
time
.

she is beautiful
because
she is
funny,
intelligent,
strange,
and
she's helping me out of a dark pool
and
she may be mine.

i don't know
if i want her like that,
or just as friends.
either way would be nice.

i love her so much,
but i don't know
which way.
there are so many lanes to take,
but i am one car,
and one car only.

all i need to know,
is that i love her.
and she's my best friend,
or something.
and
i think
that's that.

If in order to exist, it must be written
then at dawn when I wake, I'll reach for my pen.

I'll write of light, sunrises, love, and beauty.
My pages will overflow with all things good.
I'll write of adventure & kindness, of laughter & healing.
My steps will scream confidence, though I've stumbled each time I stood.

If in order to exist, it must be written
then I will never ceases writing, until I reach the end.

please eat,
do not starve yourself,
your skinny,
your beautiful,
when you say no one cares,
your saying a lie, my friend,
i care,
so pick up that fork,
and just please eat.

I have seen God.
Her head raised high, poised and beautiful
Smooth skin that seems to control nature in her veins.
In her was history, the first, the genesis.
Her love is impartial, incomparable.

I have seen God
In different shades of earth and nature
Made of Protons, neutrons, melanin
She is root; the source of life
Life itself, the very beginning.

I have seen God
She would trade her life for her children
She’s an armour and life jacket
She is the source of life and peace.
She is more than an angel, she is a god.

I have seen God
She is black.