What can you do that hasn't been done before?
There are but the same words
To churn and repeat
Taking on a new form
With each different pen.

Reused and recycled,
I gave my heart to you.

Scratched and scarred,
Oh, if you only knew,

Stumbling in the dark,
Without a clue.

Cold and empty,
So frozen it's blue.

It doesn’t belong anymore,
So I gave it to you.

Reused and recycled,
Maybe you can make it something new.

Ana

I lay here and think to myself

the most beautiful words have been written forgotten and learned again

Whispered through time to embrace the moment for a thing that is not a thing; love

Funny how easy
Loves appears to be, until
It laughs with the other easily
Reconcilable "maybes"
That devalue your first "hello".

First, it began as "hello".
Little did you know how
Interested he would be in you, but
Reflecting on it now, you see how those
Tender tendencies weren't exclusive.

Finally, all you have left is "hello",
Like every other girl he knows.
Inevitably, you're one of many
Recycled pretties that thought
They were more than another "maybe".

I wish I could
make a bouquet
out of words
left unused

Mama always said
not to waste food
well
why not words:

the unit circle
The Boy with
// W47 “The Boy //

stay safe and hidden
in my arms you’ve built a dream
when the cold is too much
i'm another breath for you
the warmth never runs out

fingers trailing on hips
poking surfaces with fingertips
smudged lipstick on pale cheeks
rumaging through strands of hair

i pick at thoughts through eyes
and they are too honest
forgive me for wanting too much
when you were all that i wanted

freedom to feel
within embraces
regain pureness
real and revealed

Today, I have not seen the sun.
Tonight, I will not see the moon.
Tomorrow, I will not see clouds,
Nor the stars.
I will be nothing but a collection of memories,
Good, bad, none at all?
Digging deeper, always deeper.
I burrow further into the soft cool soil,
Becoming one with the earth.
Over time, like this corporeal body,
The memories of me will slowly dissipate.
Granting me the freedom to rejoin the Universe.
Finally, I am home.
Today, I have not seen the sun.
Tonight, I will not see the moon.
Tomorrow, I will not see clouds,
Nor the stars.
For I am the Universe.