you were thunder and i was the ocean,
i wrote poetry about forest fires,
you said i tasted like detergent and
blue roses, i keep asking the shooting stars
to explode but they won’t leave without
the moonlight, it’s been four years since
you said i tasted like the universe
wild, dark, out of control and
free to do
whatever i want

1.  Cultivate the garden of your soul
2.  Clear away the weeds by being honest
3. Stop playing God
4.  Ask for help, and find a community where you can be vulnerable.
5.  Find a safe space to grow, and where you can give and receive help.

the wind greets me gently
and i embrace its touch

my heart sings as I ride
into the unknown path

some say that it's a physiological fact
that when someone appears
in your dreams
it means that they're missing you
so, I've come to the sad conclusion
that I am probably found in your dreams quite often
yet you never appear in mine
and that is why I hate science
just as much as I hate love

To the tree that's been so lonely for so long
To the tree that gives leaves when the sun glows
To the tree that watches you when you are sweeping
To the tree that gives plant and fruits to eat
To the tree that shields you when there's a rain
To the tree that gives alive to the animals were they could get food
To the tree that helps prevent floods
To the tree that gives us life to breath e fresh air
And to the tree which makelovers seat the bench that made by tree
And If only human being knows how to protect and loved you
Then Mother Earth will be crying no more
Give chance, hope
And love the tree.

Will you borrow your ears once more?

There is so much to say
That I'll never be able to get past my lips

There is so much in my heart
That I wish you knew

There is so much
That I feel I will break if I don't let it out somehow.