Endless, dense forest,
The sun sears against my back.
Will I ever make it out?
I’ve been here before,
Yet I’ve never found the route.

I am near to break,
But not close enough to escape,
To leave this cursed thicket.
Though I loathe this place,
I am safe—
At peace within its picket.

Had I embroidered a heavenly handkerchief
enwrought with hisibcus, like your blushing lips, and clean beau brown, like your eyes
laced with exquisite patterns the universe devised,
made of the finest threads of vicuña and baby cashmere
I'd collect your tears like blue diamonds so dear
and keep it in my surest vault where nobody knows
because they are the rarest gems on earth
but I only have my words and this beating heart
so I've weaved them so gently like that handkerchief
and written this lyrical enjambment
for your consolation

The premise of amounting to nothing,
Can be comforting.
If you think you are capable enough
To affect real change.
And if you are, and
Do not, you are no
Man. And if
None of us act,
We are all ******.

there is nothing i love more
than being
a girl
i love the way i speak,
with slang only teenage girls use
i love wearing dainty clothes,
feeling beautiful wearing them
i love collecting,
knick-knacks, records, crystals
above all
i love
the wonder of girlhood
romanticizing my life
perceiving my monotonous existence,
as a life worth writing about

i
like
how
i
feel
towards
you


calm

The music of Bach

is grief comforting people --


with touching beauty.

Within the depths of sorrow,
And the soulcrushing agony of despair,
And those drying tears shed by misery,
Lies a dim, yet remarkable light of hope, still shining in the cold, unforgiving hall of your very memories,
Move forward with your ambition!
Never let that light escape your grasp
Until all is over,
You may rest in my arms for now,
Until your woes are carried away,
By my warm gentle embrace.

~ Umi