I Find That I Am Tired

these words are my burden

my suffering

my tears

these words are my heartbreak

and the pain of all my years

these poems are my hardships

my brokeness

my pain

these poems are what I write

to make it go away

Thoughts on Beauty #7

The stars hold infinity. Each one is unique and bright, each one is thousands of miles apart and yet still together in one sky- that is why they are beautiful. Is the same not true for humans? We are each different and still connected, and each one of us holds a light inside of ourselves that can change the world. Are we not beautiful in the same way that stars are? Do we not hold infinity in the same way that they do?

The world fell silent

But still you dance

With movements flowing

Like a newborn river

Knowing the path

The pattern

The way

But still unable to take it

Why is it that people always ask my why I have glasses? Im blind, you idiot. If I didn't have them, you would be asking me why I’m running into walls.

How cute, he got me roses

As if plants could fix this mess

The paleness of the petals

Are completely meaningless.

But still, he bought me flowers

I guess that means he cares

But it takes a little more than that

To make this all seem fair.

In the darkest light

Of morning

I see the outline of your face

An illusion

That I trace

With cold fingers

Which long to be warmed

By you

God in his wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.

Ogden Nash’s Zoo

Your shoulders are littered

With meaningless tatoos

Inky reminders

That cannot be removed

So here is new mistake

For you to wear around

And maybe it will mean something

When i am nowhere to be found

Thoughts on Love #19

I want to give you my smile when you are sad.

I want to give you my spirit when yours is lost.

I want to lend you my heart when yours is broken.

Because you made me whole again- you made me complete, and i want to return the favor. You will find happiness, even if it kills me to make it happen.

Am i a glass half emtpy

Or am i nearly full?

Or am i somehow

A shattered glass

Never to be filled at all