you are the subtext to my exisyence.
you are the heat in my cheeks.
you are the blue of my eye.
you are the waves to my beach,
the blood to my bone,
the moon to my sky,
the green to my forest,
the light to my dark.

we are stones in a brook,
we are lightning bugs in a field.

you are the rainbow to my storm,
the thoughts to my mind,
the life to my death,
the ying to my yang,
the promise to my lies,
the beat to my heart.
but I cannot tell you this
because you are NOT
the wind to my hurricane,
therefore we will part.



 

I believe
that it is wrong
that some people
are treated as
lower then others.
I believe
that it is wrong
that some people
are not welcome
in our home.
I believe
that it is wrong
that children are taken
away from their parents.
I believe
that it is wrong
that we are
trashing our planet
we were given
so graciously.
I believe
that it is wrong
that people choose
not to to care.
I believe
we all just need to
care more and
give love more frequently.
I am a believer
and this is what I believe.
I believe everyone has some good in them
sometimes it's just hard to see.





 

Mr President.

I believe everyone has some good in them,
but everybody has a dark side too,
we just need to stop listening to that bad side
and instead start caring more.
we need to know when one
mistake becomes hundreds.
where do we draw the line?
when is too much too much?
I believe that if you had empathy for
other human beings and cared less
about money you could be a better person.
we all could!
just try and have empathy for
all the dreams you are destrying
by making these choices.
please, please, please
don't do thse things,
you are ripping families apart,
you are ruining our planet,
you are making our lives inpossible.
pleae, please, please
if you care at all,
try to love,
you do not have to be perfect,
just do your best to be gooid.

sincerly,

This mask I wear
Firmly in place
Slips side to side 
On the plane of my face
Sometimes a brilliant brown eye
Peeks through
A worn ratty string
The only clue
That maybe I'm human
Behind this guise
I might be scared
But at least I'm alive
The earth looks strange 
Like it's inside-out
It sounds like a whisper
When I try to shout
Someday I hope
This mask will set me free
When I know
The right words for me.
 

My family doesn't have many traditions.
That's a tradition in itself.
We are all very busy.
So that makes us spontaneous.
If my parents find out they have a day off, 
then we will find something for all of us to do.
Sometimes we feel like life has just kept us working.
So we plan a weekend road trip.
Even when one of us is joking around,
Another says "lets do it."
I love this part of us.
It's nice to take breaks from the chaos of life
and just spend time with family.
We do have some traditions, mostly around holidays.
But I like our spontaneity more. 
 

If there was one thing about this world that I could change,
I would make the world care.
There are not enough caring people in this world to save it
and because of those who don't,
those who do are limited by funds and numbers.
We are being limited by digits,
pieces of paper with faces on them and pieces of metal
that will never amount to the value
of the entire planet that we have the privilege to call home.
Scientists scramble to find an alternative,
a place that human beings, destructive as we are, can live on.
They're saying we have less than thirty years
before our mistakes become the reason for our demise
and most don't even believe it.
They don't care enough because they don't want the truth.
They want the comforting lies
that those they work for give them just to feel safe again.
They told us to build houses on stilts
because we may lose them to our oceans in a few years.

Tightly wound,
Clutching morals in desperate hands,
Always hungry for more.
More truths,
Wrapped within lies,
And lies,
Hidden like a seed in truths.

Standing rigid,
A statue,
The perfect exemplar of trust.
The only thing marring the perfectness of the statue,
Is the worry lines,
From years upon years,
Of nothing but being 'perfect'.

Wandering blind,
In the dark, twisted ways of the world.
The only hand to hold on to,
Is the one they are never sure they can trust.

But still,
They do,
Too bound by the standards,
Preset for them,
No way to disable them.

The human mind is no phone,
It isn't a one of the simple games of a child.
The mind of a human being is complex,
Confusing,
Going forwards, backwards, sideways, up, and down,
All at once.

The mind is wound up,
Always working,
Working,
Working,

i would love to be remembered
for the good stuff i've done.

helping people out, whether it be with their homework
or through the worst hours of their lives
or, even, helping my anxious friend
asking questions when she wasn't able to

hell, all i want to do is help people
adopt a shelter dog or cat, donate to the food pantry
adopt or foster a child, volunteer at a nursing home
be a therapist, talk things through with people

i've never felt more accomplished when i was told,
"I really appreciate that you try to help others."
and
"I like you and I appreciate your help vey much! Thank you for helping me with my attachment problems."
it makes it all worth it.

i'd like to be remembered as someone who
cares very much about the wellbeing of other living things.
nothing is more important to me than the happiness of people around me.