my torment is one of clouds and flowers
freckles upon sun-kissed oranges
like roses through honey
& vivid eyes like the abstraction of Renaissance pieces

oh butterfly how you make my heart melt
chocolate brownie wonders with giggles on top
your effervescence brighter than a summer's day
entrapping my purity within your oppressive interior

our silences are filled with images of my creation
a cornucopia of passion for even the loneliest of wordsmiths

I leap into our pool of nostalgia for old time's sake
only to find your words transform into serpents.

whirlwinds of emotion now whispered into the ears of another
burning adorations into scarred remains

Those days when you were told
These are the best, better behold

Those days when you were told
Learn the best, make yourself unfold

Those days when you were told
You are the best, be strong and bold

Those days when you were told
Take your rest, shelter from hot and cold

Those days when you were told
Do not test, patience is gold

Those days when you were told
It is not a jest, you will grow old.
                                         -by uv_poetry

In the mists of all the thunder and lighting
I made a decision
to strengthen my bond with my dad
before its too late
I do not want to die not knowing that my parents
truly love me
because for some time
I felt like no one loved me
people may like me but never love
and the fact that I was never able to accept any love
left me emotionally in a coma
I did not know how to react to things that most people would
and I still dont
I am willing to learn how to
but I am still afraid
I know that writing this probably means nothing to other people
but to me, it is going to be like a written contract to myself
to make new moments happen

I learn how to love my feet that walk on new lands,
I learn how to love my voice that reaches untouched notes,
I learn how to listen to my heart that is no longer a servant of the mind
I learn how to love myself as I am ...

Acceptance is the most beautiful way of healing,
when butterflies count the seconds and you give up counting the years,
unheard music embraces the rebellious soul,
the sky flows smoothly, the clouds kiss the living land,
love vapors hug the proud grass
which is dancing fulfilled a dance of peace,
and I learn to live in the now.

There’s a girl
Sitting all alone
She looks so sad
There on her phone

But If someone walks up
She quickly puts on a mask
She won’t let anyone
Take on the task

Of becoming her friend
She won’t let them get close
She protects her fragile heart
From those who love it most

She says she doesn’t need them
She’s fine by herself
Her need for company
Is tucked away on a shelf

I see this girl everyday
I wish I could assist
Let her know her company
Is definitely missed

But when I look into the mirror
And try to tell myself what’s right
I never really listen
And I go on with my life

If someone has broken your heart
Don't let them rob you of the pieces
Holding a grudge against them or
not letting go of the wrong they did you
Is you literally handing them
the pieces of your broken heart
It's okay to feel pained, it's fine to cry but
Don't let them deposit hate in you
(I know it's easier said than done but)
Let go...
Rebuild the broken pieces like a puzzle
Build something even more beautiful
'cause the loss is theirs and not yours
Don't let them bring you down, stand TALL
Above all, protect your joy and happiness!