Glass
Have you ever seen that glass
That is a mirror from one side and transparent from the other?
Because it exists between us
As I stare straight at you
And you somehow don't see me.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:30 am
Space
Around me is a space that cannot be filled by a million of the wrong people
But with one right person
It is bursting to the brim.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:29 am
Tell Me
With every breath I take
Convincing myself you might love me
I lose an ounce of me
So tell me how you really feel
So I can cry and hurt and one day,
Be whole again.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:28 am
Runaway
Have you ever loved someone's pure so much
That you were afraid your damage would taint it
That you crumbs will stick and your ruins will settle
And worsen night to day
Have you ever loved someone's pure so much
That you asked it to stay away?
Monday 6th June 2016 7:27 am
Wild Eyes
Her eyes were the wild ones
That made you forget
How dangerous wild could be
Becaues looking into her eyes
You felt safe amidst her wild.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:26 am
Beautiful
A butterfly shows off its wings
Regardless of whether or not we recognize its beauty
So how come only until one tells us we are beautiful
Do we live as if we are?
Monday 6th June 2016 7:26 am
Tabula Rasa
Dear child,
You are so pure and untouched
Mouth full, mind empty
Eyes wide, but hadn't been for long yet
Oh precious, here is an empty canvas
What will you draw?
Monday 6th June 2016 7:25 am
Words
Words would be nothing if humans did not give meaning to them
So bless the scientists and mathematicians
But I will continue to write
As long as words can make you laugh or cry
Because we seek meaning
And I seek to write the words that possess it.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:24 am
Love Changed
You took so long to accept my love
That it is no longer the love you want
Monday 6th June 2016 7:23 am
What Love
Love cannot recognize itself
Until it is worn and torn and broken and mangled
Until it does not resemble itself anymore
Until it is no longer itself at all.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:23 am
Hurricane
She was a hurricane
Not because she was destructive and terrorizing
But because she was beautiful and fleeting
Gone before the people busy running away could turn around and appreciate it.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:21 am
Alien Tongue
To an alien
My words are lines placed in unfamiliar patterns
A mark here and a curvature there
But to those who understand
My words are brave
And exist to give my thoughts and my beliefs a place in this world
To stand until that world has changed so much
That my words are once again
Marks and curvatures
And lines placed in unfamiliar patterns.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:21 am
My Favorite Look
The way I look when you look at me
Is my favorite look in the whole wide world.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:19 am
Brunette
We've come to worship blonde hair and blue eyes
But I've always been intrigued by darkness
There is so much mystery, excitement, and knowledge it holds
It is anything but dull.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:18 am
Brown Eyes
Her brown eyes shown as if the sun were fighting to break through them.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:17 am
For Just You
If you held a tube in the ocean
And put your eye to it
You can convince yourself it only exists for you
But it is vast and loved and beautiful
Sought after by all
And can provide only so much love
For just you.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:17 am
Pyramid
The bottom of the pyramid is the foundation
Without it all would crumble and fall
It cannot stand on a flimsy point
Or that is what i tell myself
Because I know that
I am not your
peak.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:16 am
Love Me Anyways
You are afraid
And I am afraid
And it frightens you that I am afraid
So guess what?
Everyone is afraid
Just love me anyways
Monday 6th June 2016 7:15 am
One Of Those
He was one of those people
He was more beautiful the more you talked to him
Not his face but his soul
So transparent that the deep red of his pumping heart was visible
But it was a kind hue
One I enjoyed looking at
The way I wish he would enjoy looking at me
Not my face but my soul.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:14 am
For a Friend
Your art is a picture
And my art is words
But either way
We are putting pen to paper
And embarking on an adventure
That sprouts from my brain
And scatters through yours
Monday 6th June 2016 7:11 am
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