breath,
    in and out,
    over and over.

2. get up,
    every morning,
    do your best.

3. eat,
    try,
    it’s okay if you can’t.

4. brush your teeth,
    back and forth,
    keep it up.

5. brush your hair,
    daily,
    you can do this.

6. go to school,
    dont shut down,
    interact.

7. come home,
    you’re  close,
    make it through.

8. breath,
    but I can’t.

My love
is lonely
my loneliness
is breathing
my breath
is free
my freedom
is sleeping
my sleep
is Me
finding myself
amidst a
bunch of
leaves or
souls that
fell in
love once
and never
recovered from
the fall
or falling.

the dawn of a new beginning.
siren songs of promises for reunion, quickly dying
beneath the blinding rays of hope you had sworn to me
as I waited to watch another day pass across your face.

the light I saw was an illusion for the hope you led me to believe in.
perhaps I had finally found a soulmate
to share my rotations with.

for a moment, I felt joy
it was only a fleeting moment
and just before I could fully appreciate the deep blues of your soul
you whisked your lush home away from me
and left my stone heart to freeze.

the spirit of love I had fostered
was split by the blazing comet of your cunning
and I felt my chilled core dissolve in the emptiness of space
as your selfishness broke me out of orbit
and left me to find a new solar system.

the stardust of my tears stick to your atmosphere  
to remind you of the love that we had
but what you only took for granted
as you and I drift apart in our galaxies.

when you collide with something beyond yourself
and reach the dusk of your last breath,
I hope you think of me.

Life Is...
by SelinaShardaye
Life is so Poetic,
Rhythmic, growing, with so much
Knowledge.

Just pulsating always waiting.
For us to inhale, exhale, breath it, live it, explore it.

Ride with it, just enjoy it.
Take Stands because of it.

Be strengthened from it, learn more about it.
Baby just welcome it.
Oh just taste of it,
Life!
When things in your life are really funky.
Don’t be afraid to cry because of it.
It’s alright to vent due to it,
Stump, pout, shout but don’t try to take your life because of it.
Just cry your way through it.
Life keep living it, breathing it, struggle to over come.
To enjoy the best of it.
When life is horrific dare to challenge it.
Life we must all live and do our best with it....

am i stoic
for not feeling anything when in the presence of death
for not feeling anything when knowing it was his last breath
am i sick
for my heart not enduring pain
for my heart disconnecting with my brain
is it heroic
for my own body not to go through the stages
for my own body to be trapped in its plentiful cages
will it click
that he's actually gone
that i should be drawn
to it?