God is my PurposeGod is the purpose I seek.He is the reason I know when to speak.
God CaresGod cares.And in despair,He’s always there.
I am a CosmosI am a cosmos,seeking the stardust that shapes,the galaxies,finding purpose in the pretty things,that life can bring.
RiverbedsRiver beds,live in our heads,where they go on forever.
Blind ButterflyShe dances in the darkness,like a blind butterfly.
Morning SkyThe morning sky,cries itself to sleep,by the afternoon.
Chained HeartsHearts are chained,by flower beds.And as night nears,little can be said,to the lonely,and broken.For love is a token,and our dreams are misspoken,as we find our emotions.
NightlightSilver light,in the night,sends shivers up my spine.
Where Sadness GrowsThe field out back,where sadness grows,is home to red roses,covered in snow.
You are StrongYou are so, so strong.Whatever you’re going through,Just keep onKeeping on.The time it takesMight be short or long,But you will findThat perfect placeWhere you belong.Just hold on.
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.Clearly you see that I'm not.But really I'm fine.Always have been.But no I'm not.I'm not fine.Saying your fine means nothing.It is a lie.But I say it anyways.It's all I can say.To keep them away.Because telling them won't help.Because they don't understand.Explainations won't do.So I say those two words.Just to keep them satisfied.While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".My lips are in a straight line.I show no signs of being "not fine".But that's just a mask.So really, I'm not fine.But I'll keep saying it.I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.Because it's my problem.It's never your problem.So you shouldn't have to worry.But I want you to worry really.But telling you that is selfish.I can't be selfish.Selfish is bad.Not good.So if you ask,Yes I am fine.But no I am not fine.I am far from it.But I'll tell you that lie again.So you don't make that face.Even thought I'm not fi
drawn-eyed closurespineless princess in her backless dress,boneless muscle caricaturelike she's tim burton's daughter,those whispers keel overdown-turned lips.(you were always fearfulof cracking up, breaking down, breath hitchesand teary eyes were only meant for quiet showings.)and we never embrace anymore,never peck each otherbecause it's so cliche for you to fly away from me,a wide-eyed bird,but i kiss the corners of your lying, lonely lipsbecause i love you anyways.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
W h a t A m I ?Just what am I,you ask..While drinking bitterliquor from your passeddown generationsof a flask.You see,I am a force noteven God can interfere.The very meaningof the word fear.Ghost in the shadows,a demon who taunts,& you're the verybeing that Ihaunt.
The Words you Don't want to HearBy the time,You read this...
A Letter To The Girl Who Hates Her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.A letter to that girlWho scrolls through tumblr.Admiring all of those models.With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.And a waist that you can barely see.You're beautifulA letter to the girlWho looks at models,For their curves.The way their hips go outwardsAnd their size D cup breasts.You're beautiful.Please don't look in the mirror,And hate the girl you see.That girl is youAnd she should be loved unconditionally.Because you deserve love.And how much love is not determined on your waist size,Whether you're chubby or skinnyYou're still so very pretty.You're so perfect.So for every time you look in that mirror.And tell yourself you aren't worth it.That you're arms are too big,Your hips aren't big enough.Stop.Tell yourself.I am a woman.A lady.I am strong.I have a body like a castle.A kingdom made just for me.And I will not destroy that castle,By trying to starve myself.By taking brick by brick and dismantling it
That's So Gay"That's so gay,"Is what you say,But silently,You've pushed oneOf your friends away."Oh no, honey,Boys don't playWith Barbie dolls."By enforcing gender roles,You are killingYour kids,And telling themThat you'll love them no matter what**Conditions apply.Don't push your loved onesAwayWith things you do or say,Because words hurt;But they hurt mostFrom the mouths ofThe people that told you,They'd always love you.Saying, "that's so gay",Or making them behaveIn a gendered way,Is telling themThat it's not okayTo be somethingThey can't help.(And even if they could,Why wouldIt matter?)And it will hurt themForever,And every time you're together,They'll be wondering;"Am I wrong?""Do I really belong?"Every time you say something like,"That's so gay",You burn someone's trust away.And you can't build anything backFrom ash.
My Mother Found a Suicide NoteI'm going to paintthese white walls redwith a loaded gunand the pull of a trigger.Say goodbye to allof my worries and insecuritiesand add another notch to my razor.Another handful of pillsto take away the painand the lies of yesterday.Inhale the poisonto quicken the diseasethat's slowly killing me.Allow the numbnessto run through my bloodstreamand silence my demons.My body is becoming coldand I cannot feel a thing anymore.The white walls are red,my razor has another notch,the lies of yesterday are gone,the disease has reached my heart,and my demons are quiet.I'm home.
When CloudsWhen clouds set in closely,I drift into dimensions;designated desires,with irrational intentions.---Don't ask me how to fly,just try.Pursue your potential.