we all want to love
and be loved

the right way

God for all his blessings

Jesus for his understanding

The Holly Spirit for strength and courage

we used to draw sharks
on our living room floor,
and run away laughing
when it was time to clean up.

we’d sit at the curb
a block away from home,
consuming junk food and stories
no one else will ever know of.

u were the baby of the family,
a constant reminder that i had to grow.
and ur name even came from me,
a responsibility i will always adore.

i’m sorry if life has failed u,
i can’t help the regrets that come rushing in, knowing in my heart that i tried,
but u just weren’t mine to save.

i wish we could stay in the past forever
ur hand in mine as we’d cross the roads,
i wish the innocence stayed in ur eyes longer,
but now it’s time i let u grow.

the sky is pretty tonight
and clouds stretch across the sky like a hand
reaching for the stars
i cannot see the moon
But I see you
and your light shines brighter than
any moon or star
You are My sun
i turn, like a sunflower
to follow each of your footsteps
always facing, always reaching
never growing closer
but the sky is pretty tonight
And i will rest my head on your arms
and wish on shooting stars for a day
the sun will return my affection
and dream of fields of wild sunflowers
in bright summer light

She found herself running—
and she doesn't know why,
the mirror made it all seem so far away,
as the reflection was inching closer,
she found herself running—
and it was from her own picture.
Early morning reflections,
while staring into my own eyes;
running to no avail,
as your feet can't walk in a straight line;
running for no reason,
as you lose track of time;
running to self-soothe—
as your words effortlessly rhyme;
running,
because you won't delve into your mind;
running,
because you're scared of what will happen
if you left it all behind.

I'm pretty sure everything I say
is just a quiet cry for help.
I express my joy, a smile on my face—
but if you read between the lines,
you'll see me melt.

I mask my pity in beautiful words,
my word *****—
strung into sonnets,
and called art.

I beg them to read,
to open their eyes and see,

to hear at my pleas—
look at me, and weep.

But I'm a pathetic poet,
I yearn to be understood.
Yet, they only read my work,
and call it good.

why do animals get rejected
kept a while and then neglected
left to starve. chained up all day
till there lives have past away

why does it have to be this way
a pets for life not just a day
not to be kept if you cant cope
let animal rescue give them hope

they all have the right to live
just like humans love they give
why does it have to be this way
a pets for life not just a day

Loneliness - a lonely word.
Waiting - a dreaded word.
Death - an unavoidable word.
Hatred - a hateful word.
Love - a sacred word.
Friendship - a trusted word.
Kindness - a kind word.

Smile - now, that is a beautiful word .



Don't you think?

I'm the rain
I don't hurt anyone
I just exist and try to be as genuine and gentle as I can
I try to grow flowers
But they stay inside

As I pour over the town
I squint into one backyard
Where someone is dancing in the thing they are avoiding

I want them to love me even when I'm preventing the sun from going in their eyes
I want them to love me when I wasn't holding back
When I let myself be
Like they were
When they were spinning and jumping

I am rain
I am the tear of the cloud
I am everywhere
And I've seen so much
But I guess I still don't know where to fall

I am rain
And I want to be loved too
Which is why I smile when they keep their umbrella closed
And step outside
And get covered with authenticity

I am rajn