And then I came out
A poem every day.
My heart skipped a beat just by looking at you,
It would have stopped if you looked back at me.
Time froze when you smiled like a shining star, we were in the same room but million miles away.
I tried to speak but fear took my words away.
How can I be brave when I am just a lost boy from Neverland.
There is no order of difficulty in miracles. One is not "harder" or "bigger" than another. They are all the same. All expressions of love are maximal.
Miracles as such do not matter. The only thing that matters is their Source, Which is far beyond evaluation.
Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. The real miracle is the love that inspires them. In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
All miracles mean life, and God is the Giver of life. His/Her Voice will direct you very specifically. You will be told all you need to know.
Miracles are habits, and should be involuntary. They should not be under conscious control. Consciously selected miracles can be misguided.
Miracles are natural. When they do not occur something has gone wrong.
Miracles are everyone's right, but purification is necessary first.
Miracles are healing because they supply a lack; they are performed by those who temporarily have more for those who temporarily have less.
Miracles are a kind of exchange. Like all expressions of love, which are always miraculous in the true sense, the exchange reverses the physical laws. They bring more love both to the giver and the receiver.
The use of miracles as spectacles to induce belief is a misunderstanding of their purpose.
Prayer is the medium of miracles. It is a means of communication of the created with the Creator. Through prayer love is received, and through miracles love is expressed.
Miracles are thoughts. Thoughts can represent the lower or ****** level of experience, or the higher or spiritual level of experience. One makes the physical, and the other creates the spiritual.
Miracles are both beginnings and endings, and so they alter the temporal order. They are always affirmations of rebirth, which seem to go back but really go forward. They undo the past in the present, and thus release the future.
I drew the word "pride"
But it's the Pan flag.
Underneath it it's the same
But it's a trans flag
I couldn't draw a demiromantic and/or a genderflux flag with chalk.
Now we wait for my parents to see
If they don't see it within two weeks I'll bake a cake that says
"pan, trans, demiromantic and also genderflux"
Maybe I'll need two cakes tbh.
I swore I would never grow up - fly to Neverland with you;
Now I'm 17;
I wish I kept my promise;
Children don't hate themselves as much as I;
Children don't get excited to drift off to sleep;
Children don't wonder whether tomorrow is their last;
Can you tell me when it all went wrong - when I stopped believing;
Perhaps Captain Hook was behind it;
I miss you, Peter;
Written around 2014.
I had a musical today.
We did Peter Pan.
It was fun,
Tomorrow we'll have to do it again
A "poem" every day
I am Pansexual
No, that does not mean i am romantically or sexually attracted to kitchenware.
It means, simply, that:
I like boys
I like girls
I like everything other and in between.
I will support you and love you
No matter what you want to express yourself as.
You do you.
You are amazing.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I just wanted to say this <3 Happy Pride Month everybody ♡♡♡
We are more than sad people,
merely disconnected from life
Than merely sad people,
a room with a
door that opens
Happiness and sadness
When I am happy, the door
of my mind opens
When I am sad, the door of
my mind closes
Control over my
When I am happy, the
When I am sad, the
Feeling carefree and
Room gradually contracts
Room walls close in like a
I try the best that I can to
clean my room
Regain control over the
clutter of negativity
blocking my open door
As room gets smaller, I cannot
open the door anymore
Door remains closed
Trapped in my room, I
could try to learn
to clean up the clutter
But I cannot
For different reasons,
Why does life still
breathe in me?
I chose to do
everything that I
to clear away the
I chose to de-clutter the door
of my mind
I chose to allow my room
(control over happiness
and sadness) to expand
If you ever feel like your
room is contracting
If you ever feel like your
open door is blocked
Just want you to know
that you're strong
enough to unblock
People with depression are more than just merely sad people.
(...or, “to Mother”)
When I removed my mask of being straight,
She removed her mask of motherly love.
How could she, seeing 17 year old me, claim to have had no clue?
How could I, seeing 50 year old her, been so intentionally ignorant?
Remember the years when you thought childhood would never end?
Remember the years when you thought time was so slow?
Remember the years when you thought you were too small to matter?
And now, childhood comes to an abrupt end.
Now, time is as fast as my heartbeat.
Now, I am starting to matter.
Does that mean that this new life is better?
Should I be grateful for my further understanding of the world?
I yearn for the times when I had no responsibility.
I yearn for the times when I had nothing to lose.
I yearn for the times when I was totally and fully myself.
Without being scared.
I am scared to fail.
I am so scared to fail that I am scared to even try.
And I think that is what makes this life not better.
I wish you could freeze time on childhood.
I would spend forever there.
Adulting is hard. I want to go back so bad.