Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chair
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
The void withinA void within me, waiting to be filled
Have I found the key, or did I shape it
Has the key found me and don't I want it
Do I not recognize the shape of my void
So I cannot see the key that fits it
Or do I see the perfect key to fit
But unwilling to accept that it is
Unwilling to see the shape of the void
Don't want to see what I miss
and what I need to become whole
Wanting an other whole,
Waiting for another key
For another way to become complete
But how you can be complete
Without knowing how to be so
To know how to become complete
You have to know the imperfect way
So you know what to look for
Or what to accept that is
For perfect is a dream
Few will ever become
I am Perfect"It feels like every good thing I have left is drifting away from me."
What do you say to someone who you knows hates you, but smiles and waves anyway?
"I don't even know you."
How do you act around someone you know is going to leave you?
What are you supposed to do when you feel like crying in front of the people who love you?
"I hate you."
I've never been the kind of person who sits in the back of class and stays quiet.
I've never been the kind of person to experience pain, the kind others have.
I've never been the kind of person to wish away my existence.
At least, I'm not that kind of person anymore.
"You're so pretty."
I'm different now, I tell myself. I am different.
"I wish I was you."
I can smile and show everyone that I'm perfect, because I know that's what they expect of me.
I'm the kind of person who's in the middle of the big crowd.
I'm the kind of person who's laughing the loudest.
I'm the kin
LoveLove isn't romantic walks on the beach
Love is learning to accept and not preach
Love isn't falling asleep in his arms
Love is reassuring all qualms
Love isn't watching the sunset at dusk
Love is knowing she smells of musk
Love isn't buying her flowers each day
Love is saying the things hard to say
Love isn't writing a cheesy love song
Love is accepting that sometimes you're wrong
Love isn't easy and sometimes you're scarred
Love is a battle and it can be hard
Love isn't always the things you'd expect
Love is trying not to be circumspect
Love can be found for all walks of life
Love is not just for husband and wife
Love can be seen between friend and friend
Love is a treasure that lasts to the end
Love is as difficult as you make it be
Love is for you and love is for me
I stand alone,
But my heart grows weary,
Of all this destruction.
Destruction of my mind,
Why must I stand here,
Although ready to face my destiny,
Alone on this journey?
These people I once called friends,
Have turned their back,
And fled from my sight.
And so I charged,
Ready and determined to face my future,
But out of the mist,
I see figures.
Figures of those who join me.
Stand by me.
And do not leave me.
It is now I know,
I was never alone.
I just couldn't see past the mist of my mind.
A mist of distrust,
And the tiredness of battle.
Battle with those who I thought I could trust.
I did not see those who were always there,
Like silent guardians vigilant in the violent storm.
But the mist has cleared,
The clouds parted,
And the sunlight has poured from the heavens.
We now march forth.
Strong as a tidal wave,
Unyielding like a warriors courage.
For now I know this to be true,
We are a
That's all they are.
Stupid, fragile, completely meaningless.
What are they?
Different noises shoved together
in a horrible pattern
They can't do anything.
They can't kill.
They can't hurt.
They can't revive the dead.
They can't heal.
That's what they are.
Strong, intelligent, brimming with meaning
What are they?
Chords strung together
into a beautiful tune
They can do anything.
They can kill.
They can hurt.
They can revive the dead.
They can heal.
Poisoning minds and clearing the thoughts.
Telling fantastic tales yet giving away nothing.
Smashing hearts and piecing them together.
Slaying hope yet bringing it to blossom.
Tearing down dreams and filling them with life.
That is what words are.