Sometimes (I am afraid to be)

Sometimes I must remind myself to breath. I must gather up the motivation to keep walking; step by step I tread, pain shooting up my feet. Sometimes I forget to eat, telling myself little lies to hide the truth of the why. I know all too well, yet I keep falling over...

Blooms

The flowers bloom lilies covered in dew Dandelions drifting in the air The rose, beautiful and ever so fair Cherry blossoms making their appearance A short preformance of Spring’s sincereness Wild flowers lighting fields in their bright flames Spreading through the...

standards written on my skin

Standards written on my skin Scribbles of what I should have been Measurements and numbers Mark my feet to my shin Words written on my chest to my chin ‘You’re not good enough’ Whispers faint and thin Whispers coming from within A hollow body, a trapped mind and soul...

Love

I thought I’d been in love Once or twice before I never realized What it really had instore I thought I knew love To find out it was an illusion To watch the smoke and mirrors, as a curtains fades To pretend it was love everyday To wake up from a sleep, so deep, Yet...

Coffee shop sights

If you listen closely, you can hear the quiet pitter-patter on keys, fingers typing rapidly, words to a page. What is being written varies from person to person. Is it the bearded man in the corner? What could he be writing? It could be truth or wisdom, found in the...