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1/24/2019 0 Comments

Love

most of the time words are enough.
there’s enough of them to say what we need to say
and enough to understand what needed to be understood.



but there are a few instances in life when words no longer suffice,
when emotions surpass verbal understanding.



the english language gave us three words,
one short phrase,
​to communicate what even a lifetime often cannot express.



I love you.


Don’t waste it on people who don’t matter.
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1/6/2019 0 Comments

writing

When songs pause in their path from my mind to my lips and the sound no longer escapes from me,


When the notebook paper is blank and my pen rests heavily beside these lines unfilled by poems,


When the stories stop coming from my heart through my soul and heart and onto its canvas,


That’s when you’ll know that I lost the only part of me that was worth singing and writing about.
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11/4/2018 0 Comments

true friends

count your true friends 
by the ones who loved you 
when you didn't understand 
not only how to love 
​but how to let yourself be loved. 
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11/4/2018 0 Comments

Eyes

Just know that when you hurt me
I don’t see myself in your dark eyes
But the reflection of the hundreds of people
Who hurt you first.
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11/4/2018 0 Comments

Indispensable

I know in our world
So much can be easily tossed away
Disposable
Replaceable
Expendable


But remember that some people and things are
Fixable
Mendable
Indispensable


But more than anything
You must be able
to tell the difference.
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1/15/2018 0 Comments

cupid's other arrow



Like a first true love pierces
souls with cupid's dart
You, my friend, have broken
my innocent heart

Perhaps it began when
I confessed deep dreams
Poured out my soul,
Much too soon now it seems

Were my thoughts too much?
Did I go a step too far?
I wish the wound to heal,
But inside remains a scar.
I loved you, my friend,
As only a true friend could
but I spoke what I thought,
Not what I should.

But if this wounds you
It wasn't meant to be
But it doesn't wound you
As this scar does me.

For when you've given
your heart, your very soul
then it's shattered to pieces
It must take a toll

We are told beware
Of loves first affection
When really we should fear
Friendship's deep connection.

For if even our friendship
Was not meant to last
How could any more
Remain steadfast?

And so my dearest friend
I write for friends, for you
For the talks, the quiet,
The laughs and tears too.
But mostly I write this
To mourn our friendship
The loss of a lifetime
Of deepest kinship.

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1/13/2018 0 Comments

memory

​memory 
It whispers what was and what was not,
tugging my soul into that which has been 
long forgotten but for the 


melody
The sighs and sounds of thoughts
That long for remembrance in silence
of long and lonely nights and 


moments
in which it is only the memory and melody 
that comforts me. only stirrings of 
something irrevocably gone. 


but it whispers. ​
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1/13/2018 1 Comment

to the little ones...

play in the rain 
dance with your umbrella
count all the drops
jump in every puddle


and when the day arrives
that you are content 
to sit inside with a book 
curled inside your blanket 


remember how you once danced in the rain
and laughed at the funny dark clouds
and drank from the skies 
when the storms were your friend.


***

​
oh little girl I would whisper. 
let your wings unfurl
And don’t bring them in. 


my dearest one,
don’t let them paint 
on your wings still undone 
with colors that are not your own. 


you darling child,
fly farther than out of sight
they cannot catch you in the wild
for we are all chained to the ground
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