BeLiEvE4
a flea.
a tiny instrument of nature.
the thing that causes itching tendencies.
is crawling on the backs of all of us.
whose itching to do something right now?
tell your crush you like him...
break a bone...
cut your hair and dye it a different color?
do it!
you may think you are minuscule
but you are worth more
than you may think.
you. are no flea.
who is easygoing in this world?
the people who have gone around the world
twice fold?
are they the ones who understand it all?
the drama and the breakups,
and people beating themselves up?
does anyone understand why the sun shines,
and the next minute its quite dreary and dark..
take me to someone who is easygoing..
I could use the help.
flipped like a pancake.
into the sea of life.
tumbling over my own feet,
as I see is what's ahead of me.
I want to be flipped upside right,
rather than straight towards the sun..
it's so bright!
all up in the light I don't know if my journey really is done.
sundried tomatoes.
basking in that california sunshine.
dried up like little prunes...
or the ends of my fingers after time spent in the shower.
soaking up that sunshine.
undoing what you have misplaced.
I am blamed for my feelings.
Red rash flushed upon my cheeks.
Not being able to control the fear I have
Of seeing you staring down at me.
Who you are,
Is really an unpretty picture
When I see you at your worst
And at your best... is never there.
I am incomplete without you.
you are my voice,
my confidence that the world is still a good place.
you are almost home...
I don't think I can wait
it's making me feel giddy to see you
and I can't control my laughter
and you really do relax me...
you are amazing.
the pixels in my computer screen.
light up as I type this message here.
little tiny dots making up a picture,
for me to take in.
to observe.
Pieces
Introverted
eXactly
Like
Squares
brotherhood sticks together
like two halves of bread
when peanut butter and jelly are stuck together
they go together like brothers.
thinking of my brother...
I miss him more than I did before he visited
I want him to come back...
I would like to take a snapshot
and keep it forever.
this desolate barren land.
cracked underneath my feet,
sending shivers down my spine
as I walk along this one thin line.
barren.
from the count of ten.
sitting here,
looking about me.
all I see is openness,
the beautiful ocean way off in the distance,
and the trees shadowing my face,
within all of this space.
casting calls today!!
yells the director as he pulls up a seat.
he calls out the next nervous hopeful,
and as the shaking teenager walks out on stage...
the lights go dark.
and out at sea you see sails
lighting up the dark undertones of
evening time.
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