Somewhere Deep

There are so many eyes

Glowing in the dark

Watching me

Waiting until i slip.

It is maddening

The disembodied cackles

Mocking me

Not with words,

But with laughter.

Awaiting my failure

Do you see the eyes?

Do you hear the sounds?

Am i the only one

Who is

Going insane?

I took a train to Amsterdam

To see something that's new

The lull of life had gotten to me

So I got away from you.

Thoughts on Beauty #4

It is always so beautiful to see a crowd. They are one, made of many. Each person walking to the same rhythm- a heartbeat.

Bum Bum

At first it is quiet. It is the first sign of life, or better yet, a rebirth.

Bum Bum

It has grown louder, echoing through the streets. They are united, they are one.

BUM BUM

It is deafening, the beautiful sound of rebellion and of unity. Many people standing for one purpose, a sign of change.

That is what can change lives, every person rising up for what they believe in, standing tall while they sing. They march to a beat, that heartbeat- now deafening- as a sign of beauty and of something new.

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.

she carries

her poetry

like her love

on the tip of her tongue

You defy all meaning

All logic

All truth

You are like a blizzard

In the desert

Or an earthquake

In the sky

Impossible,

Yet happening

Right before my eyes

Summer is gone

Just a heartbeat away

My life feels empty

As I waste my days

Sitting inside

Seeing no one at all

Maybe life will be easier

At school in the fall

I knew i had to leave you

When sitting by your side

Began to feel painful

Instead of like home

Thoughts on Love #16

This is neither what i expected, nor what I wanted. 

I thought love was about fighting for something, not with someone- then i realized how similar the two concepts were. I understand now that i was fighting with you in order to protect myself, when really all I needed was you. 

I find that i am tired

Of being tired

And that i am wishing

My wishes would come true

I am constantly praying

That my prayers will be heard

And that i am always writing

About the pain of words