Birthday ThoughtsThoughts unravel,like birthday ribbons,as time turns solid.
Poignant PainShe paints poignant pain,with a little brown brush,made of hair,and despair.
Untitled 2The beautiful music,lulls her to sleep.Each playful note;the calming beat.
Flowers That Bloom In ReverseI search for a voice of reason,a person to explain my pain;why some flowers bloom in reverse,while others thrive in the rain.
FreedomFreedom,Is the ability to spread your wings,And fly so high,That even the sky,Can’t complain.
Rain FormThe pain slides down her cheek,in the form of rain.
Tree ShadowShe sleeps soundly,as rain runs down her window,and like some strange figure,the shadow of a tree dances,along her wall.
In Hopes of PeaceShe embraces the sky,with tears in her eyes,in hopes of peace.
When Will We Learn?When will we learn,to love one another?There are going to be times,where we must turn to each other.It’s always birds for birds.and bees for bees,despite our needs.
It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's okay to be mad.It's okay to cry,To not have the strength to try.It's okay.Sometimes people just need toLet it all out,Scream and shout,And that's okay.Admitting something's wrongDoesn't take your strength away.Ask for helpIf you need it.Don't feel weakOr wrongJust because youAren't strongEnough to move mountains.Crying is good.If you didn't cryYou wouldJust bottle it upUntil you burst.You don't evenNeed a reasonWhy -Just have a good cry.Take a long bathAnd watch a movieThat makes you laugh.Bake a cakeJust for the sakeOf making something.Lay in bedAnd imagineUntil the bad thoughtsLeave your head.Just sit back and relax.Because it's okayTo not be okay,And to take a day(Or two)Just for you.
You're a Literal MiracleNext time you’re unhappy.Think about this.Remember that you are a walking,Breathing,Miracle.You are alive based on so many chances.So many different thing could’ve happened.And yet,You’re still here.Remember that,You are literally made of stardust.Matter that has been around,Since the beginning of time.Dreams and hopesAnd fears.Forged in the belly of distant stars.You have cosmos in your veins.And eyes that have stardust in them,That have seen the dawn and ending to galaxies.I know it’s easy to forget this,But it’s true.Everything about youAnd me and everything else around you.Is a miracle.So many perfect things had to come into place,For you to be standing here today.So smile sweet heart.Cause you are a beautiful phenomenonThat was created by miraculous chance.
This is anxietyIt's the constant feeling of not quite rightand I don't know why I feel this way but it hurts(but not in ways that others can understand)and it's the tension in your chest, the rising waterthe aching muscles and the clenching in your coreThat never leavesIt's the headache that never quite fades,just hurts sometimes more than others.It's the constant need to move with your racing thoughts—to bounce or twitch orglance around the room every three seconds just to make sure you're not being watched, you're not being judgedIt's two a.m. and you're lyingfacedown on top of hot sheets, such an empty shellyou don't even have the energy to cry over how tired you arewondering if there's any way to turn your mind off,when you can't even remember what sleep feels like because it's been so longsince you really had a true rest.It's wandering through your days almostwalking into that door andnot catching half of what your teacher says because your eyes hurt
novelthere’s tea you still need to drink.you left it on the counter again, because you’realways forgetting where you put it.it’s probably cold by now, butit’s there for whenever you’re ready.here’s a blanket to lose yourself in.you don’t have to give it back.here’s another book i thinkwill make you cry if i ever find the courageto give it to you. i’ve underlined everyline that made me want to scream, that made mewant to rip out my hair and destroy everythingbeautiful about myself, that made me want todrive across a desert in the middle of the night,that made me fall in love with everything wonderfulthe universe has left to give me.i can’t find the words to tell you what it’s about.i guess it’s about growing up and finding lovebut it’s also about figuring out how to exist comfortablyand it’s about people who are good and people whoare not always good and the things they do and the worlds t
Black Hole Loveyou have taken everything i amyou have consumed all my energyyou have offered zero in returnand now i have nothing left to givethe end
red.i am a rose.you chop my head offand feel my thorns prickpools of bloodflooding the floor,it's impossibleto grow upnow you've drank my water:watch me soil my woeinto your roots.
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.