She's constantly trying
to communicate something incommunicable,
to explain something inexplicable,
to tell about something
she feels every day,
only to make her
vanish
into the labyrinth of her thoughts
endlessly
yet she's a communicator
who shares every trifles of her moments
with clouds above

Those lights
that guide you home and ignite your bones
are
something inherently valuable
but
being a misfit
has been told you
that you tend to be wrong

It also told you
that those lights never easy to find
but
they never gets lost
once they're found

Now
they are
the one that got away.

There are things I miss more than I should,
even more things, I would change if I could.
There are things I should do, I just wish I could,
even more things, I wish would happen so life would be all good.
There are things I need in life, that  I will never get,
people that I miss, always will; my only regret.
There are things I need that are precious so I protect,
things I cant understand - but they still make me upset.
There are people I will always love and never forget,
some things never change, so I just pay my respect.

Tonight you should write what you were going to write that night you said you were going to write it but forgot to write it. Then tried to write it, but got too busy and forgot to write it, so pretty much never wrote it. Even though you still think about it and want to write it, you just never do. I think you should, because it might be amazing.

this is a reminder of your right to riot
of your right to assemble and not be quiet
this is a reminder of your right to remain violent
and that the only real enemy is your silence
this
is a reminder.

they say a picture is worth a thousand words
but i think i'd rather have my voice be heard
i'd rather write essays formatted perfectly in MLA
fifteen pages due in two days

i know you'll hear me
might not be listening but when someone's shouting
like this, it's hard to ignore
upright uptight baby don't be a bore
(too short, too tight, baby don't be a *****)

live life loud,
that's why you've got a mouth
if the pen is mightier than the sword
why do actions speak louder than words?
why is it that by faith i have been saved
but faith without good works is dead

according to the voices in my head
everything i want to say has already been said
i'm a mimicker not a poet
i spit back words fed to me on the internet
i spit back facts from media
i spit back spit that hit my face
regurgitation of information is all part of the game

no one can hear you in space
i could press my face to airtight windows
cross my heart and my fingers
spit my screams into dark matter
what really matters

what even matters
evening out the odds of lasting that long
i thought about writing a list of things that make me happy
but then i decided i'd rather write spoken-word poetry
and i think that probably says something about me
spit it back at me, now
spit it back at me
spit it back at me

i know you can hear me
you're probably not listening but now i'm shouting
so loud you can't ignore
upright uptight baby don't be a bore
(too short too tight baby don't be a *****)
upright uptight baby don't be a bore
don't be a bore
don't be a bore
baby baby baby don't let them call you a *****

These haters aint for us,
we crave a different type of touch.
We stand tall with our dreams,
haters thoughts, way beneath us.
They can speak their mind,
when they are done,
then  kiss my be hind.

All was good 'till you came
along, we've had our differences.
I refuse to build a house
of cards with you if you
keep knocking it down.
Because the more you
knock it down I stupidly
start to rebuild it.
I give up being the
only one actually trying,
you can continue knocking
it down but I refuse to rebuild it.

There's just something about Fall.
Trees become naked and leaves
changing colors, it's just beautiful.
Perfect weather to wander
around the city and admire
my surroundings.
Feeling inspired and closing my
eyes and taking a deep breath
and inhaling all the fresh air.
Somehow remembering that
perfect moment with him
we walked around a Creek
and well long story short
he asked to kiss me and we
did. Talk about perfect timing,
the sun was going down and
the skies were pink with cotton
candy clouds. He's long gone
now, but he still creeps up on my mind once in a while.