IT GOES LIKE THIS!

i am always begging my body not to be so broken but my body just laughs because it knows who started this war.

I have learned survival so many ways. what’s one more?

I am torn in two / but I will conquer myself. / I will dig up the pride. / I will take scissors and cut out the beggar. / I will take a crowbar and pry out the broken / pieces of God in me. / I will conquer them all and build a whole nation of God / in me — but united, / build a new soul, / dress it with skin / and then put on my shirt / and sing an anthem, / a song of myself.

All she wanted was to find a place to stretch her bones A place to lengthen her smiles and spread her hair A place where her legs could walk without cutting and bruising A place unchained She was born out of ocean breath. I reminded her; ‘Stop pouring so much of yourself into hearts that have no room for themselves Do not thin yourself Be vast You do not bring the ocean to a river’

When people stop writing, it’s one of two things - they are either really fucking happy or broken beyond repair.

You are the books you read, the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, and the conversations you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, breath of the fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner. You are a collective of every experience you have had in your life. You are every single second of every day. So drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence. Let the words run through your veins and the colors fill your mind until there is nothing left to do but explode. There are no wrong answers. Inspiration is everything. Sit back, relax, and take it all in.

no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth