I stand on the podium, with a trembling heart
Looking towards, a big sum of audience.
Their eyes are like, stars in the sky
Twinkling clearly and raising my pressure.
They seems before me, as devils in their chairs
Waiting to tear my heart, apart.
Hundreds and hundreds of eyes, I saw
Without a drop of, kindness in them.
Then I remember, the famous words,
None but the brave deserves the fair,
The sign of life is strength and growth,
The sign of death is weakness, it says.
I kept my doubts, a distance away
And delivered the lecture, without any fear.
There saw the devils, standing like angels,
Clapping and clapping, for ever and ever.

When I love,
I love too much
When I love,
I love with my whole heart

When I love
I worry
I always worry,
About those I love

I am going to lose them one day
One day I am going to lose a person I love
But just because I lose them,
doesn't mean its the end

When I love,
I never want to let go
When I love,
It causes me pain
And heartache
And suffering
But I love to love,
Because loving and not being afraid to love,
Is what makes the tears worth it in the end

Enveloped in the warmest of
blankets, tears
whispers in the night, I speak of
yesterday's coffee stains and
3 years worth of scars.

The swarm in my head is a hell,
Bees and wasps, echoes, oh well
I used to listen
now all the screams turn silent,
because I've drowned.

Drowned in despair, in fear, hesitating
always sitting away, away from falling
falling is what I've done with you
you've caught me
but I feel like water and dust
how are you able to catch me even when I feel like
I am in between your fingers, slipping?

Why do I break my own heart
with the fears of yesterday
when you're here with me today
Why do I **** myself over and over again,
despite having two lungs
and breathing
but not feeling like I'm living,
yet you come in and hold me anyway.

Tenderly, you remind me
todays and tomorrows are all we have
to watch our flowerbeds grow
gently, you watch me
sleeping, dreaming, laughing
crying, breaking, burning
you watch and listen
I am my own and whole myself,
the cracks haven't healed

yet you stay and hold all the pieces,
these cold fingers and shaking hands
have caressed many faces,
and you watch me still while I
take the pieces to rebuild.

You should write a poem...
About the things you always do,
About waking up and tying your shoe
About your classes at school galore
About not wanted to do your chores
About not really knowing if you’re good enough,
About being weak and acting tough
About that joke you just said,
About that conversation inside your head.
About your cat
About that hat
About this, about that...
Yeah, you should write a poem about that.

Still here,
beating.

I stand over the girl from my past.

My shadow is a mass, but I am Liberty,
in her stance,
in her strength,
in the sunlight.

Twice struck,
second one has stuck
in deep,
enough to blur the world around me-
around him.

Never mind the darker hours
 (they aren’t important);
what is crucial, is the breath in my lungs.

Time heals our hard times.
Time softens our hardships.
Time makes the past stay dead.
Time makes us live the present.
Time tells us who we are.
Time makes us accept who we were.
Time makes some people unimportant .
Time makes other people unique.
Time connects the dots.
Time makes things click.
Time shows us what's real.
Time dissolves ghosts.
Time makes us forget forgettable things.
Time makes us value what's valuable.
Time gives us perspective.
Time makes illusions crumble down.
Time shows us that true dreams are solid.
Time is all you need, my friend.
Because time heals..