tell me which way
the river flows,
should i follow along it,
or jump down below?
tell me how
you want the river to be,
clear and blue,
or ***** and green?
it's your choice,
cuz you told me so,
but are you sure,
that the river even flows?

i love rhythm,
whether it's music,
poetry,
or simple spoken words.

sleep is a distraction and an alternative
for death,
it's simply an escape from life,
my problems,
so i don't have to deal with them for a while

don't teach me how to spell betrayal,
it's been in front of my eyes my whole life

let's be lonely together,
we can make the most of it,
let's be sad together,
we can make the best of it,
we'll cry with each other,
and scream out in anger,
but in the end,
we'll both end up together.

i'm in space,
but it's nothing like the movies.
it's empty,
like a black sheet of paper,
with white dots.
the view of earth,
makes me feel small.
the moon is gorgeous,
and the sun is not so near,
and i feel freedom, and solitude, with nobody here.

Is it worth
Being friends with someone you can’t trust?

the untouched hills,
beauty seeks from behind,
the snow tipped mountains,
and the trees are left so dry,
how captivating the view is today,
something i won't ever miss,
the snow like paint,
and the hills like a canvas.

I remember the devilish scent
of the blood on the grass
and the moonlight
shining through the window
The remarkably glowing body
and the knife stuck in his throat

i can hear your words,
but no longer decipher them,
i can see you alive,
but to me you're dead,
i can feel your presence,
but no longer here,
you're like a ghost to me now,
you once meant something to me
but now I just see right through your lies

there's too many things people say,
and if i can't pick which one i like,
i'll just listen to myself.

Once I die,
I want you to cut me in the shape of the stars
So we can watch me shine in the sky
Better than the sun ever could

limited words,
and a message so powerful.

over the horizon,
the apricot colored semi-circle,
setting in,
the waves pulling me in,
into a daydream of the rosy pink line,
killing the sunset.

there's a victim,
and there's people that hurt them.

Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference

don't shame me for what i did wrong,
you were like me once too

"i'd die to love you."
"no, you'd love me to die"

i may be fragile,
i may be lost,
but i love when i'm hurt,
no matter what it costs.
the pain is numbing,
and i feel no more,
so i let it stay,
just a minute more.

why didn't you talk to me?
you didn't tell me why,
you never said goodbye,
why didn't you just talk to me?

Let the wind take my breath,
And the sea wash me away,
Let the trees pave the way for me,
And the sun make a beautiful day.

writing poetry is the only time i can expose myself,
humiliate myself,
and people are still going to acknowledge it

everyone's a liar,
we lie about ourselves,
we put ourselves through something,
and never tell someone else.
We want to keep us secret,
so we say that we're okay,
so that we don't get attention,
and the world keeps working anyway.

her mother used to tell her
that each star in the sky told a story,
from our ancestors,
and now the stars live to tell us that story.

I remember when my heart gleamed with innocence
when everything was a joke,
And we thought this was what life consisted of
Though we wished to grow up,
to start living,
But it feels like it wasn’t worth
Growing up

summer sounds like glee, and children playing at the beach

fall sounds like satisfaction, and the color of leaves

winter sounds like hugs, and the snow a fluffy white blanket

spring sounds like the breath of fresh air, and the bed of flowers in my garden

what do we get out of war
other than bloodshed,
gray years,
lost families,
and destroyed cities?

sleep is beauty,
i hold onto my dreams,
i rest my eyes,
and leave me at peace.

There are some things you cant tell everyone
Even if you trust them with everything inside you

silence is so loud.
it's louder than the thunderstorms,
louder than hell,
silence is louder than actual words,
only because you kept it that way.

I’m a poet,
But my words don’t make sense,
An artist,
But my paintings are all over the place,
A musician,
But I can’t get the notes correct,
And I’m a human,
And sometimes I make mistakes.

i build myself,
into a newer version of me,
except sometimes it's not a good change.

i stood in front of the mirror,
and i didn't make sense to me.
But then again,
words never make sense in front of a mirror

who am i?
am i skin and bones?
am i what i write?
am i what i speak?
who am i?

how do i measure life?
it's balanced by the people you love,
and the people that love you.
It's balanced by the people you hate,
and the ones that hate you.
It's balanced by how you love yourself,
and how you take care of yourself.
But sometimes, the scale gets unbalanced,
and you don't want to live anymore

the dark holds more secrets,
than the light ever could,
i want to stay here,
and i know i should.
I'm not who i want to be,
except in the dark,
because the night holds me,
like my secrets in the dark

i'm not going to live your lies,
i'm going to live my truth,
whether you like it or not.

what is beauty?
is it my eyes, my lips, my face?
what is beauty?
is it what others make of it?
what is beauty?
is it who i truly am as a person?
but what is it
if it isn't that?

maybe beauty is just what we make of it.

the way i am with words,
the dancers are with music.
the flow they make,
the rhythm they create,
and it only gets better and better.

i lost my whole world to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can stay in hell together.

i gave up time to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can stay stuck in time together.

i caused a hurricane to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we are our own storm.

i made up lies to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can live faithfully now

what if i never said those things?
would you look at me the same way?
what if i hid my identity,
my true self,
and maybe then you wouldn't hate me.
They all want me to be something

why can't they just love me for me?