Before Leaving 8/22/17
I could've grown up and been normal
I think I could've done it
Saved myself the despair
Of Being aware
I look at people
Their new lives
Just extensions of the old
Masks of the same mold
It's all I rejected
And sometimes
Wanting to be accepted
Seems like a choice
Lacoste Sunrise 8/26/17
There's a Specific type of beauty
Granted by the sky
In anticipation of the sun
Full and blue in the body
Slivers of orange
Peaking over the mountain top
Revealing softer shades of blue
Distinct lines of pink and purple
Small enough to separate
The first sight of yellow
The sweet song in stillness
Giddiness in waiting
Thinking about today
And then tomorrow
But in the now
Looking with my eyes
The sun rises with my soul
Reflections 9/12/17
I learned to heal a heart
With simple tears
And a Fleetwood Mac song
The girl I was
I wrap her in my arms
Whisper reassurances
Because now
All the things that felt like everything were nothing but everything that brought her to this point of self awareness and acceptance and love and that being vulnerable is the most
Beautiful.
thing she could've experienced
The pain
The rejection
The isolation
Beautiful.
Thick Paint 9/16/17
There's nothing more intimate
Than moments you share
With a past self
Cradling your soul
Nurturing pain until it becomes self love
Find compassion for every person
You've ever been
Every life
You've ever lived
How and who
You've loved
You must love them in full
Not liking every part
But accepting them
Like layers of thick paint
That make a masterpiece
Stream of Consciousness
Trust yourself. It makes knowing who else to trust. So much easier
True generosity:
give what you can give
do what you can do
like there's no tomorrow
If love is love
Then love is love
Be coffee.
Turn boiling water
And dust
Into something incredible
I remember when my biggest fear
Was that a boy didn't love me
Now I realize
It was so much more than that
Everyday
Is a day in the life
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