she jumped across the night sky
from star to star
and the moon to the sun.
picking at Orion's belt,
and grabbing on to the little dipper.
she held her hands into the void
waiting to be taken into the
dark,
but instead, she stood by Venus and captured her glare.

I stood at the edge of the cliff,
wondering if the death
would be worthy of the fall.

I looked death in the eyes and
he laughed in my face,
“you’re early” he whispers.
He assumed when he sees me
that he has me captive
and is preparing to hold me forever.
This is not my end.
My end does not consist of gravestones
and mourning who I once was.
My end does not consist of tears and
noses that wont stop sniffling.
My end is much better,
for it isn’t an end at all.
My end is only the start of the beginning

Lord, pull me closer,
closer than my skin.
Lord, breathe your life in me
so my lungs may breathe again.
Lord, I am here with praise and thanksgiving.
Hold me closer Oh Father,
then I have ever been.

Curtains and draperies
of sunshine and
undeserving affection
sit on my shoulder
like petals of my favorite flower,
Complimenting me in
all of my best places and
drowning the bad in
something more than beautiful.

My love was simple and pure,
we mixed well like tea and honey.
Finding him was an accident,
but loving him was not,
and there is not a missing moment to pass
that I don't remember him.
He rose to the top
and died falling.
And that is the end of our story.

If you died tomorrow
I don’t think I would mourn you.

I want to sit underneath waterfalls of love and grace
and lay in fields of peace and power
that all points to you.

I want to run into the hidden places of your heart
and know you better.

I want to look past your eyes and see your light
that shines in the darkest of me.

yeah, kinda.

Eclipsed memories find their way
Back into my mind again.
No matter how much I try
To make them stop,
They always come back…
Feeding my mind with poison.

"Burn me beautiful,
burn me lovely,
burn me righteous,
burn me holy.
I want to be tried by fire,
only to be purified."

I remember on my fourteenth birthday,
blowing out the candle and saying to myself,
"I wont be making it past eighteen."

That was four years ago.

I’m not sure what it was
That made you want to leave.
But you left none the less
And my heart is shattered at the thought
That I may never have you again.

I’m not sure what I did to make you
Despise the idea of me.
But you despise me none the less
And I’m broken at the thought
That this must’ve been my fault.

I plucked my finger
Against the thorns that are
Wrapped around your heart
And now my fingers bleeding
And your heart is now broken.

Do you remember the freedom we felt as children,
the one that made our hair fly in the wind as we
cast our dancing shadows on the sidewalks in front of our best friend's house.
or how we used to roll down the biggest hills we could find
until our clothes were green and our skin was itchy.
And now I'm an adult who worries about how she looks in a mirror,
and questions if she could ever be enough.
Now I'm an adult who cries when she sees the pain in her family's eyes as they are reminded of the pain she caused.
Now I'm an adult with way too much love lost emotions that I've drowned in my own blood, sweat, and tears.
Now I'm an adult,
sitting on her bedroom floor,
wondering why she lets the years pass so quickly when she was a child.
Now I'm an adult.
And all I want is to roll down a hill again.

In the deepest moments
Of the darkest valleys
I have a warmth that
Overwhelms me from the corners of my heart
And the depths of my spirit.
It burns violently inside of my chest
Reminding me that I’m safe.

I’ve been caught in a
Storming blaze of love lost emotions.
They consume me from head to toe,
Sending my body in a shivering heat.
Hollow screams echo from this
Everlasting hell.
Find me here
in agonizing beauty.
Find me here
Hating myself and loving you more
Find me here looking for you.
“looking for who?”
Myself?
Find me here begging for change
And never seeing any.
Find me burning.
I created this.
I did this.
Find me here humming hush song,
To end this deafening silence of our love.
Find me here
Bleeding love for everybody else
Except myself.
Embrace.
Love.
Break.
Repeat.

Even if you never learn to love me
just know
that you were worth all of it.

Just the sound of your voice
can turn the darkest nights into the morning.
It can split the deepest of the seas
to lead me where I'm going.
It can change the world
in just one breath.
Oh, your voice,
it can throw the tallest mountain in the sea.
It can shake the earth and still create calm in me.
It can tear the veil in half when you claim it.
The rocks still cry out in the silence of you.
Oh, to love how you do.

Just the sound of voice
blesses me and calls redeemed.
It opens my eyes to the unseen,
Oh, how your voice changes me.

Don’t forget that sometimes the prettiest flowers
Bear the most poisonous of fruits.

“ hey can I call you back,
I was eating a hoagie
And the tomato flew off
And now there’s mustard
On my pants.”

I woke up and
my cries are met with
snow that I've been buried in,
making its way down my mouth,
and into my chest.

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the windows into the soul
tell stories of what is,
what is to come,
and what will never be.

they don't say anything,
but they speak of compassion,
they scream in pain,
and hide the deadliest of sins.

One day my shattered heart and broken pieces
Will be put back together
And my hands will reach out to
Touch so many lives
And one day the blood I have bled
And tears that have streamed
Will be mementos of all the reasons
That I will change the world.

I hope that you think of me
every time that you see yellow
and smell vanilla.

I hope the love that I left with you
smolders in embers
as you think of me in a distant memory.

I hope that the memories of my kiss
lingers in the back of your mind
as one of the dreams that we dreamed of together.

I hope I am not only the best thing that has happened to you


but that i may also be the person you hate the most,
because of the memory of me.

behind your eyes
there’s thunderstorms
that hold brokenness and pain
but one day those thunderstorms,
they will rain
and your eyes will pour.

Just when I think I have it all together
it falls apart again.
Just as soon as I gathered my shells from the sea the tide rips them away.
and just that easy
I begin again.
Without pause or break
I pull it back together
just so it can fall apart tomorrow.

Oh sweet boy,
Dance with me beneath the stars,
Hold me until the sky falls and
Remember me when your yearning to forget what it feels like
To fall in love.

memeories of mistakes and
fear holding me back
from the things
that could make me feel
alive.

Burning emotions
That we’re changing colors like
Cherry blossoms in bloom.

He lifted me up from the darkest parts
Of the deepest valleys,
In my moments of loneliness
He was my friend.
When I didn’t know who I was,
He whispered it to me in the depths of my heart,
And for that I owe him everything.
When I felt no hope,
And was left with nothing more than a wilting heart,
He held me and rocked me to sleep.

Losing yourself
Is nothing less than
Finding yourself again.

She sat in the dew soaked grass
Running her fingers through pebbles and leaves
Droplets of water weighing down on her cheeks
As she sits and listens
The grasshoppers sing and the breeze whispers a song to her
That only she can understand.

Cold hands from her broken skin,
Warm eyes from her broken heart.
She ignites at the touch in yellows and reds
And rules the world in greens and blues.

She can barley hold herself together
But when she falls apart
It’s a cacophony of colors and emotions
That make her mess beautiful.

A man of nobility and honor
Is a man that earns
The gift of worth.

Tears streaming down her rosy cheeks
And whispers of love that can only
Be heard in the breath of the wind
That is brought by her past.

She is held together by
tenderness and rain.
And this is her story.