#itsok
Falling is scary. You give up safety. Security. Except sometimes, you don't.
Like when you fall back
to a simpler time.
Or falling in love. Falling on your bed.
Or falling in line.
I guess what I'm saying is...
sometimes, it's okay to fall.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 8:41 AM UTC
It is the fault of a firefighter for putting your desires out. The blame of a cop for ruining the smile. The town itself for letting these figures in.
You were burning, happy and alone. The stereo played something in the back round that reminded you of a loss, a loss you must not recover from. The improbable odds of winning that war with mourning. Keep looking at the clock, it never stops.
You wrapped yourself in the blanket on the cold, damp cement floor and noticed the paint peeling off the walls seemed to morph if you stared long enough. It was jail, it was honest. It wasn't the lowest of places but it sure wasn't your desire.
These ******** broke you, only laughing at the shattering of hearts and swearing they were needed for your sake and mine. I guess its always been coming that way, down the line, down the lost direction so many pointed in.
I am now lost with out the chaos, without the dignity of knowing you or I, will be ok in the claws of the madness they call "order". You never needed anyone but yourself. You never needed. you never. You, burning and buried.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 10:00 PM UTC
I understand there will be times the words I say won't be the ones you hear.
And you might lash out in anger
disguised as fear.
Fear that one day, we'll fight, I'll leave,
and never come back.
But once you calm down, like you always do,
I'll be there to remind you that sometimes, words get lost in translation.
And it's OK, because it happens to everyone.
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 10:31 AM UTC
It's ok to sometimes fall out of balance.
Out of flow like a leaf that gets stuck somewhere between branches or stones.
A minute ago this leaf was flying graciously like a butterfly but it lost its balance and got stuck. Squeezed between some objects.
Now it has to stop worrying. To look around and to breath. "Where am I?" it says. "A minute ago I was flying carelessly like a beautiful butterfly 🦋 and now...?" it thinks.
"It's ok to lose your balance sometimes" it hears an unfamiliar voice. "It happens so that you can stop and look around for a moment. It happens so that you can appreciate what is here now. Breath, relax. Soon enough you will fly again."
🙏
Or maybe... the balance gets restored when I lose my fast pace for a minute?
Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 1:34 PM UTC
I won't pretend I can keep every promise I make. And I know good intentions can only take you so far. But I promise...it's OK if you need to let go
Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 8:31 PM UTC
People won't always be there
to tell you what you want to hear.
What you need to hear.
So let me take the opportunity to be clear.
Even if no one tells you,
it's okay to be proud of yourself.
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 9:46 PM UTC
There's nothing wrong with grieving.
There's nothing wrong with taking your time. There's nothing wrong with saying "no."
There's nothing wrong with not being ready to go.
There's nothing wrong with you
if you feel you want to be alone.
There's nothing wrong if you're feeling blue.
But most importantly,
There's nothing wrong with you.
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 8:57 PM UTC
we all lose things
and people too
we have a timer
ticking furiously
angrily
take me back
peacefully
lovingly
i wish for eternity
although eternity can be cruel
at least you
will be
here
.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
It's ok to not be ok.
Yes, it's hard to follow your heart but...
Tears don't mean you are losing.
All you have to do is be true to who you are.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
I'm sorry, you feel, I dont care about your feelings,
But; how about the way you make me feel?
You make me feel so little and small.
You make me feel invisible.
When it comes to my mental health,
When it comes to my feelings.
Instead of asking how I feel,
You TELL me how I feel.
Don't tell me how I feel.
Don't tell me what I feel.
Don't tell me what I think.
Don't tell me What I see.
You are not in my head,
You do NOT know what runs through my mind,
What races I push to win,
What marathons I struggle to win;
Every day of my life.
Don't tell me when I listen, and when I don't.
Don't tell me when I love, and don't love.
Don't tell me when I try, and when I've given up.
I'm tired of people always telling me how I am and how to do it.
The last person I ever expected it from was you,
"THE ONE" "THE ONLY" "MY FOREVER"
But you do it to me the most,
You are the worst,
Don't tell me when I am in pain, or when "it's in my head"
Don't tell me when I am looking for attention,
Don't tell me when I'm not depressed,
Don't tell me when I'm happy or just "manic."
STOP TELLING ME WHAT IS GOING ON IN
MY HEAD!
MY HEART!
MY BODY!
and
MY SOUL!
You always inform me how you wish we had communication,
That doesn't consist of you telling me how I am feeling,
What I am feeling,
Or why I am feeling.
DON'T
TELL
ME
How I feel.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
long days are becoming more comfortable
things to do
away.... selfish me
let her be
no one to please
enlightenment to seek
dissolution of thought
seeing through the fissures
visiting the empty creeks
totsiens boo
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
You have asked me to love you like you love me
How can one love anything without the "love of I"
I is for me and me only
You so loved the world so I could love myself
The winds of change scatter the feathers of my heart
Spinning
Twisting
Flipping
Your outstretched hand catches them
Finger tickled by their softness
Your touch warms them
May I love as you love
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
It may hurt you
But it helps more in the long run
Even if it hurts you its the truth you can't change it try to accept it the best you can
Its ok if you can't
It was hard for me too
Dont worry
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
It's ok, it's ok, you can lie
but when I leave
Don't dare to cry
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
broken promises and chapped lips,
taste of rebellion and tears shed from missing home.
when I think back on the 20th year of my life all of these things and more come to mind.
what a year it has been, I can barely recognize myself when I first turned 20.
how was I to know this year would take me on such a crazy ride marked by a few major things.
first off-the dingy carnival lights that glistened in his deceiving blue eyes.
lesson learned: people will say and do anything for certain things that most certainly aren't in your best interest.
secondly- the harsh realization of what it really feels like to be all alone (independence is hard)
lesson learned: you never are truly all alone; even if physically nobody else is around, loved ones are only a call/text away to cure the feeling.
thirdly- it's hard sometimes, real real hard to love yourself when you feel as though people from your past have suggested that you're essentially impossible to like, let alone love.
lesson learned: when you are unsure of your own worth your heart often stumbles into the wrong hands which isn't your fault BUT with the right amount of self love- your heart will not fall or stumble but will be placed in the right hands. (I promise)
and lastly-
I learned that life stops for nobody.
It's ok to dance like a complete fool and if people judge, then cool.
we aren't going to be around forever
and essentially people's opinions
are little blips of information that
mean nothing.
i'm sure I'll forget this advice a few times once I turn 21 and onward,
which is why I've written this poem.
(Happy 21st to me- stay strong)
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
the christmas lights glisten
as your eyes once did.
i want to be more vibrant and bright
than the lights,
but it appears that when you left-
you stripped my world of color.
now you're just a shade of grey
that still consumes my thoughts.
i know you don't care,but:
I've figured out ways to color in the vibrancy and brightness of my life
that fortunately for me doesn't involve YOU.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Gosh, this silence kills me.
Call me crazy but I can perfectly hear faint whispers of all my past mistakes.
Fuck--I keep reminding myself that my past doesn't define me.
Surely, the past that I am not fond of was a consequence of a ghost.
That ghost was and is me but not the better version of me that is attempting desperately to stop ******* up.
I am forced to live with all ghosts of myself whether I fess up to them or not.
Somebody please save me from what I am becoming, I'm so scared.
I don't know what happened-- I swear not too long ago I was a not well understood, ***** 17 year old.
Then, ugh. Man, life suddenly hits hard and it *****
I want to go back in time- before I knew you existed, before my heart felt so heavy, before I was so bored that I would run back to anyone not to be lonely.
Speaking of loneliness: This cold, sickening late May Chicago weather makes me wish I wasn't so alone.
Seems impossible that my life is going to fall into place at this point.
Not trying to be dramatic- just don't know how to not let the people haunting me in my past affect my relationships with others I have yet to encounter.
I wish I could go back in time to my old self and hold my hand.
My last wish is impossible of course, yet I can pretend.
So here I go pretending I know everything and I'm just going to say this once and for all..............ITS OK.
I think.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
She wakes up and doesn't recognize herself. Of course she sees herself on the outside in the mirror but doesn't know who this person is anymore. From the time she opens one eye in the morning, anxiety provoking thoughts flood her brain. Where will I be in 3 months from now? What school offers the best personal college experience for me? How will not living in this town actually benefit me? Will I have enough money saved? What happens if I never land a career? Her thoughts are all over the place as is she. Unsure of what she will do for the day to help distract her, she takes comfort in reading poetry of others. It is through other peoples written word that she remembers it is ok to not have everything figured out yet.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
Center yourself now
You can't forget the good things
They'll be here so soon
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC