my hand, an empty vase
waiting to bloom with your grace.
"your lips my lips
apocalypse."
living.
clear skies, human nights- think about it, visualise. breathe it in, let it sink- hold your cheeks as they turn pink. whatch your chest rise up and down- wear your smile like a crown. feel the wind embrace your chest- grin as if you're at your best. cut your hair, pierce your ears- live your life without your fears. wear that suit, that dress- you don't fear, don't impress. stop hiding your scars, moles, marks- be loud and proud, like a dog that barks. find yourself in the stars an the moon- sing yourself a nice little tune. embrace your body, hold your arms- don't be afraid to use your charms. they won't get you, you'll be alone- but you'll keep your chin up in a steady tone. no doubt you will thrive- you look lovely as you're alive.
"not a lot, just forever
intertwined, sewn together."
where i end
is where i begin.
about
the majority of the words here have been written by me in the past 12 months or so, and the rest are in quotation marks and exist as a reference to some lovely artists and their lyrics. i will be perfectly honest, i wrote most of these as a way of coping with how distracted i was in class, or as a way of procrastinating on my work. although that seems lazy, i believe my words captured what it is like to be human in a perfectly imperfect manner. i believe my soul is just as beautiful as everyone else's, and find it a duty to spread my words. i am nowhere near perfect. my words, my drawings, my thoughts... forget about the world,they dont even make sense to me. that's what i find beautiful about myself. i don't have everything figured out and hopefully i never will. these cracks in my soul let the sunlight fill the dark void in my chest, and that's what makes me human, along with my physical flaws. all i aim for is for an 8 year old to never stop believing in herself, or a 12 year old to know that their suffering is valid, or maybe a 15 year old to watch the moon in pitch-black, and realise he is not the problem, but the solution. all because they found a piece of them in my poetry. i am a mosaic of everyone and everything ive ever known, and i carry that very proudly. so just keep living, it's what makes you human. be flawlesly flawed. i don't know you but i already love and carry a piece of you along with me.