Love poem (to no one)

I could say you look like flowers
and smell like a masterpiece
but that's all been said before.
I want you to feel special
like no love has ever existed before you
because it's true.
You are lovelier than even the
softest petal of any rose
for no creases diminish your beauty
You smell like fresh baked cookies
that only your mom can make-
like home.
I could say the same clichés over and over -

but no words come close to
describing that you make me feel
like my every hair is on fire with a
feeling of right.

Merely Reading

Who lets there couch cushion their fall
on rainy days?
When water darts across the street,
full of secrets,
slick with misery.

                                        Curl into yourself.
                                Let the musty aroma
                                overwhelm you
                        fogging up your noes
                 letting your mind
        fill with words
your body floating to never land.

Merely reading to read isn´t reading.
Live in the faraway lands -
live to shake hands with those who hold the key.

Perhaps,
winds will smack against your face as you run, run away,
your dress mocking the sun with its colors flowing around your waist.
Watch out.
There cries a silent hand, a plea for forgiveness.
The weight of the decision you don't have to make.

Where you are:
it is just a rainy day.
If only this feeling could stick.

Being Enchanted

the feeling after the last page
fuzziness where well-defined edges may have once been
think, yellow stars
not quite walking, not quite floating

You aren't always aware-
in the moment-
that you are being enchanted.

Magic is being transferred,
everyone deserves a slice.

magic is knowing that loves can crash
because there is one out there, yet
magic is believing in yourself.
magic pushes you

that first page will wait for you again.
Read again. Try again. Dream

Because of You

Rising up because
of the heat filling your chest—
Rising up because
Notice me.
Rising up to
better stand to see you.
I want to know
what your eyes are seeing.

What words do you read?
Which sunsets have you watched?
Are you seeing me?

Rising up because
my body cannot seem
to contain this feeling.
Rising up.

Aye, Aye Captain

I’m sick of waiting, okay?
I don’t need a prince with greasy armor, or whatever.

Forget the prince, I am a Captain.
These may be uncharted waters,
but how else do you learn to sail?

It requires patience,
long-term planning,
impulsive decisions,
and maybe a dramatic spin of the steering wheel.

Only a Captain knows their ship
the best, and the true ones
never stop learning.
Whoa! Look, I mended that

splintering plank. Now,
no one will step on it.

I journey to help others,
but, also, because it is the only way to
stay afloat.

That is all you need to do.
Stay afloat, please?

Universal Traveler

I'm looking at my bookshelf
thinking of all the places
I could be.

Just How Broken?

Sometimes you don't know
how broken you are until you try
to piece yourself back together.

BandAids unstick.
Dreams are forgotten,
plans were rewritten.

20 Words

It is simple, really, to leave a long lasting mark on this world because you will always have one thing.
Tens of thousands of years, and more than that of inconspicuous little things that have no real value alone.
Now, these things are curious, in the way they are set in stone, yet sometimes change without warning.
You may find yourself bonding with them in a completely abstract manner that haunts for the better.
I would like you to consider learning about them in depth just to grasp it all.

Physical remnants can be left, of course, but I encourage acknowledging the ripples you make.
The possibility of imprinting on someone else’s experience should be regarded with sincere care.
You may not yet understand my message so I would like to reiterate.

To leave your strongest mark you must understand each of them individually.

Wait. Noted, alone, they can give certain amounts of moldable information.

Just don’t forget that your real power here is design.
So many possibilities await because you become a magician.
Thought altering spells, but what are your goals?
Witches, who turn petty tyrants into frogs?

I hope you make it right.
This place that hates truth.

If you just look.
Find your Light.
Scream it.
Words.

Gender

It's complicated.
Expand your views and watch as
your world overflows.


#haiku #unapologetic

Realize

You never know what you have
until you lose it.
And I am not sure I ever understood that
before.

Depression can ride on your heels
until you believe,
believe with all that you have,
that you have nothing.

But, are you forgetting your speech?
Try not having it.

You have your focus.
The ability to hone in on
your work.

Walking feels
silly to note,
but be grateful
for every step you
can take without thinking.
            I did not lose my ability
            forever, but every day
            is still a battle against the possibility.
Realize you walk with ease,
no panicked moments if you forget something in the next room.
Realize you walk with every part of your foot.

It's funny. These words don't come
from a place of deep thought;
they are just ankles.
But, I didn't know we had a midfoot.
I didn't know they would become so vital.
So painful.

Lose your freedom,
you'll hate yourself
for not seeing it sooner.

Notice the things you have.
Not for guilt.
To note.
To respect. Feel grateful.

I will be here,
dreaming of standing on
that mountain ridge,
one day.