Strangers

Oh my god
Look at that face
and that smile
all that grace
I want to know her
I don't know what I want to know
but I know I do

Acquaintance

She talks like
she has the universe
inside her head
and not a single
worry at all
but that sometimes
makes me worry
what a peculiar girl

Lovers

How did we get here?
I think I got lost
somewhere in the spaces
between parentheses
of the stories you told me
and all I wanted to do
was to interlace
my thoughts with yours
as much as I wanted
our hairs to intertwine
as we lay in bed
making love to each other.

**-AA

My tired body
Doesn't need sleep
My tired body
Needs a warm embrace
My tired body
Needs a gentle kiss

Then maybe
I'll sleep

**-AA

pretty is so played out
so used
like a childhood toy
when youre in your 20s
its manipulative
and tired
pretty gets you places
like a strangers bed
or stuck in someones
head
pretty gets you
fooled
into thinking
thats the only thing
good about you

I never understood,
why being quite some days,
is sinomis with being upset.

Some days I just like to watch,
I find that if most people took the time to observe,
we would have a lot more optimis.

Sometimes you need to get out of your own head,
and just watch and listen to others,
because that is the only way you'll ever understand them.

Some days you need to stop talking,
over all of the voices,
that are trying to teach you so many lessons.

When you are talking,
you are not learning,
but when you stop,
that's where the lesson begins.

You don't always have to be the one telling the punch line,
to enjoy a friends smile.

People are too busy trying to do,
to actually be.
To just sit with your friends,
watch them interact,
and enjoy being there.

We are
still
young.
Do not forget that.

I've never liked the expression
'Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me."
I think it undermines the power of words
It's undeniable that words have an impact on people
Letters strung together can sting a person's soul
When they are spoken with a tongue used like a whip
Words evoke passion,
They inspire us,
Make our blood boil,
Horrify us,
And yes, they can hurt us
To say that words can't hurt,
Is to demean all that words do
Look at Marat,
Martin Luther,
Shakespeare,
Darwin,
Hobbes,
Freud,
Orwell,
Paine
And tell me words can't change the world
Words are what I turn to when I have nothing left
I'd rather my bones break,
That would be much better,
Than to lose my dignity,
To have a record of voices
Tell me I'm useless,
I'm stupid,
I'm fat,
I'm never good enough
Always on repeat,
Always on my mind,
Always ringing true
Maybe I'm over analytical
Maybe I care too much
About things said in the past
But here's to all the "I love you's"
All the "I hate you's"
To saying "I don't give a ****"
The pen is indeed mightier than the sword
Because your words
Are what made me turn the blade
On myself