II. In A World...In a world of warPeople are dyingSoldiers are fightingCitizens are prayingFor the war to endFor the peace to come back
I. In A World... In a world full of happinessPeople are contentWith their friends, families, and love onesSmile on their facesMoments are cherishMemories are treasureWithin their hearts
LoveLove is the greatest feelingLove can bind us togetherLove can unite usLove can makes us inspireLove can make our life betterLove is the greatest thing of all
Coffeeguts pile over whitesheets and blankets.i spilled them to youlast nightand you still saidi looked lovelya black sticky stain.how many chemicalscan your stomach handlebefore you have to drown me?how much bitternesscan you swallow? ~~~you are mycream and sugar, darling.and it tears me in halfwhen you split your skin.if you aren't carefuli might not be able tosip you up again.i am a powdery shadowcold autumn breezesand breathless cloudsbut if i could keep youbreathing, my world might bea little more alive
Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you. Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment. You are awesome. No, really, you are. You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now. Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too. Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less. It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do. If you have no friends, I ca
psittacosisthere are feathersin the endless pitof my stomach;digitigrades diggingin the clavicular head of my chest.pigeons crowning,crooning frommy gut, travailingfrom the bottom up;wings slippingfrom my lips.before it is clawed openby the talonsof these hallowed doves.in a bed of anklesk(n)eeling me over;a million sheets of quillsscaling my sheath;and religion-weight overpreyed game,my frame anglesfor halos.
WeightWeightThere is a weightYou asked me to hold.(Just for a while,Just for a while.)My tendons strain and snap,I lack your Atlas strength.The crushing force of gravityMakes me weak, makes me sore.Take it back, take it back,But you’ve gone away.I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down.The water rises to my throat.Pushing down, rising upDrowning and drowning and drowning.Take it back, please take it back,Where have you gone?I’m pinned beneath this weight,With water to my nose.My lungs fill up with salt,Choking and screaming and breathingOnly freezing thickness of water.Where is that mild friend oxygen?Where has he gone?My stinging eyes are blind here.I cannot to escape, unwillingTo shed this leaden snareWherein I dwell confined.By You.I grip it tightly.Surely I will die,Sweet air has left my bloodcompletely.I lay back and let black water take me,Frozen fingers loosen on Your weight.And all at onceit falls awaycompletely.I watch i
what to say when you can't say i love you anymoreyour eyes were always soft, even whenyour voice went hard. for a while,i treated you like a god and i’mnot saying that i worshipped you,but i let you hold my handsand i told you all the sins i carriedin their grooves.i have since been told that they were neveryour burden to bear,but that doesn’t stop me from aching for youevery time i catch myself thinkingabout how it would feel to kiss the girltwo doors down. it’s been a whilesince i’ve confessed and i’m not surei remember how. the thing is,i don’t feel that guilty anymore.the thing is, holding hands is onlyten fingers away from letting goand we got so good at toeing the line of the cliffthat when you finally jumped, i forgoti was supposed to follow.sorry.i swear i thought i could keep you floating.i swear i didn’t mean to let the waterinto your mouth. sometimes i wishi could kiss you dry again but i knowthat’s not how this thing works, that’snot the way
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
how to write better poetry.i.drink down the wordsof the greats in a wine glass.hell, drink down the wordsof teenagers strugglingto straighten out thegas and brake pedalsof their pens.drink it all,carefully structured stanzasand sloppy melting wordsalike.become blind drunk.ii.make time for iteven if it's midnightand all the world is hummingits sleep song.dig up your souland shake down the dirtover and overuntil it becomes habit.(and I know that mightsound like a pretty metaphor,but it's easier said than done.)iii.do it when it hurts.do it when that one personyou never thought you'd loseleaves you nightcrawling. do it when you're so tiredyou speak in natural riddles,do it mentally at morning coffeeand grocery checkouts.force it until it feelslike breathing.after all, no one is born a poet;we carve ourselves fresh,make art from our owncremations.iv.find a springtime kidwith the kind of smilethat causes shipwrecks.he will warn you to stay away,but you will
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
Just RememberDon't grow cold, my dear. They don't know your soul.
LonelyI feel so numb as if I'm emotionlessI feel so empty as if an empty void is around meNothing but darknessNothing but emptinessNothing but loneliness