From behind
I hear a whisper
Barely audible
Is my mind a trickster
I turn to look back
But see no one
I know I lack
The things they see
But does that mean
Im not pretty
In the corner I spy
Something standing
Wide eyed
I quickly glance away
from the fear
of him knowing Im a stray
Yes he does
really see me
But thats cause
Im a real beauty

Amid a crowd
At a 90s bar
Sat dozens of people
Making no sound
All sorts of stories
They withheld from others
All they wanted was a ray of sunshine
Someone to light up the gloom
And in that very 90s bar
That day they saw a flower bloom.
A new waitress walked inside
In her hair a flower
And as everyone stared at that colour in hair
A flame sparked
And she brought life
Even without trying to
She loved and cared for herself
And others loved her too
She raised many lives out of sadness
A medicine to many pains
All the people in the bar now knew
How to discard pain.
It's about loving oneself
And caring first for your own
Bring yourself up
And then with your flame
Others will alight
Accept yourself first
And then you will know your might
In the hubbub of life
Don't forget to love your own being
And everyday when you look in the mirror
At your self smile
You are God's best creation
Love yourself and care for your mind
And when you see flowers blossom wherever you go
There will be a secret behind your smile
Your mind is looked after and so is your soul
By loving your own self you brought about a change
And if all of us do that ,
Then we will see the difference
And in Michael Jackson's words,
"Heal the world
Make it a better place
For YOU and for ME
And the entire human race. "
And to heal the world
Heal yourself first
And to care for each other
Care for yourself first.
And for everlasting love
Love yourself first.

Your heart of flowers blooming so brightly
making everyone's heart smelty
Everyone is attracted to your heart melted words
You are considered to be the most beautiful in and out
That is your specialty and that's the reality

I wanted to be home..
...to come home. Its funny.
I knew I had to find you
So I could say,...
"Hey, I forgive you. Move on"
But you know, its wasnt just for you...
I was for me too

ove is instead of thousand words
But what about other feelings
Is it really by love we are going towards?
only by love we receive all these healings?

Love could be different at all
Someone is enough to see lovely eyes
Full of tears, like a wild waterfall
Wiping them, falling in paradise

Someone needs just a simple smile
To be completely captivated
Or get a gift once in a while
Perfect gift does someone motivated

There are people who value action
By helping, you made them loving you
But if your care doesn't get good reaction
Try another love, your skills will accure

Someone is enough feeling your touch
Keep your hand closely all the time
Or when for the bad, love is not judged
Forgiveness is not a part of the crime

But what about the words we are use
My words are not read beside a nice pic
Simple "I love you" we often abuse
"My love" on thin heart is a worth slick

And what about the music we are listening to?
Melody makes me dancing distraught
But words make us cry and admitting to
in 10 years they'll tie me up in love knot

Insightful love story it's my belove
Give me the hope, words will play
Say "I love you" to your love
Because soon you mightn't be able to say

You know what happens when for no reason you cry
When you are so tired that tears pour by itself
When you don’t know what you want and nothing to try
When you want to get lost like a snow on ice shelf

Sometimes I want to dance all day to loud music
Listening to hard songs with headphones in my ears
Trim hair, dye the opposite color, to be amusing
Or quietly lie under the blanket watching love films

Or go dancing whole night among strangers
Closing my eyes and feeling the rythme
Could I get drunk like the wayward teenagers?
Next day feeling sick, want to die once more little

Could I go fly to completely different place?
Where no one sees my fears, stay mislaid
Walk between strangers, don't feel to be chased
do not argue with someone, don't persuade

No! You can’t fly away, they’re waiting at home,
You have to be strong, carry this burden
You have to work, have to listen to some
Be adult, no time to fun, youth is murden

You can not wear bright funny clothes
You can not watch unpopular films
You can not dance with your eyes are closed
You can't listen to music that no one knows

It remains to pour tears when it's so hard
Sink to the bottom, so far only dream
True desire can not be strong barred
But it may become easier to scream

Could now I fly to where no one is looking
Be the one who owe nothing to you
Do what I want, to be no one's footing
Just a couple of days without saying "adieu"

I'm trying to get better at sitting with my self
(we’re in this 'til the end, after all).

I'm trying to listen and not judge,
to ask her (kindly) where those thoughts came from.
Whose judgments are being repeated.

It's not that it's a comfortable journey.
She hurls words in poisoned darts,
with wild eyes of blistering flame,
so sure of my faults that
I believe her more than I've believed anything
in our whole life.  

But I know what it's like to be in her body.
So lately I've asked her to sit next to me, quietly,
just for a moment,
just for a pause.

I think it's working.

She's taken to sitting beside me more often these days,
arms wrapped around hunched knees.
She speaks gentler here,
tells me I am scared we are not enough.
But she lets me place a hand on her shoulder,
and remind her: We always have been.

We breathe slowly as we soundlessly observe
the cosmic traffic of shooting neurons.
Of clusters of clusters of memories
and half-said things.

And I'm finding that, after all this time,
I am sitting well with myself.