What use is moonlight?
I reach into it, fingers open,
And my hand is silvered
And blessed, and comes back to me holding nothing.
I started wishing on the stars in the sky instead.
I said to the sun, tell me about the Big Bang.
The sun said, "It hurts to become".

make sure she's your best friend and princess if you want to be happy

Strange little things, that’s what we are
Broken things, wandering through life one careless step at a time
Searching and searching for something to complete and fulfill us
Something that gives meaning to our existence
There must be a greater reason, a greater reason than just existing
I often wonder how people believe they have power
How they believe that we’re superior beings
We’re capable of so much hurt, of so much pain, of so much violence
Would it all just vanish if we knew our true purpose and weren’t bent on destroying for power?
We’re like caged birds trying to soar with clipped wings
Afraid of all the things that should make us stronger
Does anyone even see the beauty of the earth anymore?
Do their bodies not hum with refreshed energy when they feel the sunlight on their skin?
What a world we could be, if only...
If only we stopped and remembered to breathe
If only we stopped and remembered our humanity
If only, I wonder, just for moment, if only we believed in what we could be
The earth, mother earth has welcomed us in her arms since the beginning of time
We treat her like everything else in this world, like something to be discarded
And I wonder, I wonder of the day she finally has enough and decides that we’re not worth saving
A species so bent on destroying itself
My heart shatters, breaks
Will anything ever be enough for us in this world?
When all the riches are gone and all the minerals are used up
What will we fight for then?

I didn’t understand the lilac girl you spoke of until I met her
Love wasn’t real, but a fun idea
Like playing house when you’re young

I didn’t understand how a moment could be complete bliss and yet so morose
Until I noticed her understanding of me

But we both had our own worlds.
And so I guess love is still just that,
A fun idea

Small but mighty is the tounge
It gets a lot of use
To us writers it's the PEN
And equal in abuse.

We have a bridle for a horse
Which can turn the beast around
A great ship has a rudder
Small, as it is found.

Thus can tounge and pen be made
The turn, the helm, ye scribes!
It can bless. It can destroy.
IT CAN RUIN LIVES!

What separates the poet
From those people who abuse
Their "God given right to free speech"
This should NOT be news

The difference is quite evident
When you take the facts apart
One uses pens to lacerate

The true poet has a HEART.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2016

Well we woke up in this relationship
And now i find that I'm talking ****
About myself and the things i feel
Because i don't know what's right or what's real
I only run sprints, not marathons
And you keep saying, "girl, what are you ON"
Because i never get tired of hanging with you
But I'm always so scared that you'll see that I'm too
Too crazy too weird too much to handle
One bad day and I'm off the handle
But hey i dont care if you believe me or not
Cuz I think you're cute and i like you a lot.