How lovely the clouds look
From the ground below
Painting the world in darkness
Such a beauty to behold.

It is so weird
How this is my life
How I am alive in all this
And get to change my fate

But death will come
And somehow curiosity
Is in my skin
Of what happens
After my heart stops beating

Chest full to the brim
Waterfalls spill over

You pick up the piece
There falls another

While bending to help
I see scissors on my lover
Laid in his hands
The blood provides cover

You cut out a piece
There falls another

With tired eyes
I look to you and say
"Thanks for putting me back together".

I am intense loneliness.
not that of which is devoid of human interaction,
but that which is characterized by the impatient feeling one gets right before their life is about to dramatically change.
when they are about to lose everything they love to something greater.
I am the process and the aid.

Men think I am so damaged and
they attempt to fix me.
I don't want to be fixed.
I want to be left alone.

                   -H.P.

Find a love so deep,
Find a life so neat,
Find the challenge and the heat.
Feel the cold and the warm,
Feel the quite and the storm.
And fall apart with the pressure and the noise,
Fall apart with every second that it toys.
Fall apart with the struggles of the beat,
Fall apart with the tunnel vision and the seat.
But know your soul feel the fire burning cold,
Know your soul be loving and be bold.
Know your soul be the love you know you have,
Know your soul dont be a mother who is sad.
Fix yourself bring the energy back,
Fix yourself stop going so black.
Fix yourself take the anger out,
Fix yourself stop carrying doubt.
But most of all its ok to fall,
But most of all carry your family tall,
But most of all love with it all.
Then give it back with a love more deep,
Then give it back with a life of more heat.

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.

Unwanted Shelves


When I fall down, 

Orphaned between two safe places,

Don't throw me a rope.

Watch me fall through safe space gently,

So I come back full grown.


When I rant,

Frantic about loss and death,

Hold back, wait

Let me ask you straight

For what I need.


If I leave your home

Like a frantic infant,

Dont put up shelves for me.

Or a child, not a woman will move in.

You've made a mistake,
and want to take it back,
but that's not possible,
it's out there now,
and you don't know what to do,
you can try to ignore the issue,
but that can build and grow.
You try to deflect,
but that can cause more problems than there was before.
You've thought about lying,
but if you're ever caught,
the devastation that follows will be too great to ever take back.
The only course ahead feels the worst when you must confront it,
you have to tell the truth.
Speak about what happened,
and don't look back.
Take the consequences of your actions,
because they really aren't as bad as you think they'll be.
If you're truly loved,
you'll be forgiven,
and if they can't get past your mistake,
then it was never meant to be,
but you have support,
you have those who will lift you,
and don't listen to those self reflections that lie,
listen to the outside forces that only want what's best for you.
You can always count on me to steer you right,
and correct your currents when they get too choppy,
just come by and ask any time,
I'll change course for you when the time is right.