people have been scaring and wearing me out.
doesn't anyone hear the cries & the shouts?
seems like nobody has anymore room for compassion,
no remorse, no guilt, just hate filled passion.
you've all put your heart up on a shelf,
you can't even produce any love for yourself.
but mines still here, and oh how it aches.
at the lack of kindness that has now taken place.
but you know what, this is just me..
and this is how I chose to be.
trying so hard to take care of all els,
in a world where it's every man for them self.
but it's a burden that I choose to bare,
cause you know.. someones gotta care.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

an experience,
be it good or bad,
teaches us something.
makes us feel something.
something real.
and that's why we are all here isn't it?
to experience feelings & emotions.
to experience life.
you are not here to feel good or bad,
you are here just to feel.
you are here not to be good are bad,
you are here to just be.
don't you see?
there is no happy or sad,
there is only feeling.
there is no right and wrong,
there is only being.
your existence is a miracle, a blessing, a gift.
this is your chance, your life, your experience.
you can be whoever you want to be.
and you can see however you want to see.
you are everything you think and more.
be grateful & give thanks that you are here,
right now, in this beautiful, potential filled moment.
you are apart of something bigger then you ever could imagine.
bigger than you, than us, than this world , than this galaxy, and this universe.
you are a universe of infinite potential and possibilities.
you are an unstoppable force of love,
you were made by love, for love, to love.
your here to feel, to heal, and keep it real.
& once you realize this, nothing can stop you.

You see these wings?
They’re my wings.

I didn’t paint them on my eyes,
strap them on for a pageant, play, or Halloween night
I didn’t tattoo them on the small of my back
to feel the sting of satisfaction of an image I can’t see

My wings,
are right between my shoulder blades
with spreading feathers like a warm hug after a long winter’s day
when you come home to the one that loves you
and they stoke the fire and stroke your cheeks
until they fall asleep at your feet

My wings,
have tips that stretch around the world,
brushing the cheeks of crying children
lifting the chins of the concerned, confused mothers
and smoothing the hair of the disheveled, drowning fathers

And it breaks my heart that
my wings,
have always been there
from the moment I clutched the bars of my crib
screaming my mother’s name in desperation
to the moment I released her hand
in a promise to be home at midnight
on my first date with a boy
who had smiled at me in Spanish class

And my wings,
were here when the same boys that smiled
turned to a new wind,
and took flight without me
My wings,
were here every single day I couldn’t roll out of bed
couldn’t make it on time
couldn’t call my mama back
and couldn’t find my **** way home

My wings,
have been waiting
for me to finally believe
that they’ve always been there,
and when the world feels like too much

my wings,
*wake up.

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Heart! We will forget him!
You and I—tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave—
I will forget the light!

When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you’re lagging
I remember him!

I used to be a bird.
I flew high up in the skies.
Raced the sunrise,
Floated through the starry nights.
Flew above the ocean
With my wings expanded.
I was a majestic creature.
It was a beautiful life,
Until the day
You broke my wings
And I forgot how to fly.

I cherish you

like the feeling of cracking open
the window on the first day of spring
Feeling the warmth of the sun
breathing in the smell of flowers and grass
hearing the birds awaken from a slumber

I cherish you

like waking in the dead of night
to the sound of a summer storm
Listening to the soothing patter
watching the lightening eluminate
as you smell the damp macadam

I cherish you

like that moment of precipus
before plumetting into sleep
It's a calm filled with ambiance
and warm enveloping bedsheets
that emphasize the taste of mint on your teeth

I cherish you

like hearing a hearty laugh or
putting on a new pair of socks
because the little things
the things we tend to take for granted
was the way I loved you --

the way I cherish you.

You've shed tears on my shoulder,
you've made me laugh and smile,
You've picked me up from every single low,
If ever I'm in trouble, it's your number I dial,
It makes my feelings battle, to and fro,
We treat each other soundly, like family some would say,
For you, I'd simply take that fatal shot,
I'd never ask the question, just move right in the way,
Yet emotions, sure of them I'm simply not,
I always sat and wondered: what if we could be more?
What if I'd taken one more giant leap?
In honesty, confusion, I think it closed the door,
And now it's left me but a ****** heap,
I see you as a sister, and that's how it should be,
I don't want our relationship to end,
For we were never lovers, and now it's dawned to me,


**You're always better to me as a friend.

i bet you don't write anymore.
and if you do i'll never read it.
i was sick and sad and i ruined everything.
you'd be surprised at what i still remember.

i romanticize who you were and where i've been.
god knows love sure as hell isn't what we thought it was.
for too long, i was young and stupid.
back when your hands were still in my hair.
i swept everything beneath the rug, for years it sits, hidden,
soaking into the floor.
when i speak of you now, "an old lover, a friend"
those pieces of december have long slipped from my hands.

your eyes were so god ****** beautiful
and i was a beast and a *****.
you were my eve, but i took the apple and gave it to the snake.