poetry

sip you up like honey, 

fulfilling, sweet, golden. 

   (shine bright!)

eyes that glimmer with passion,

and love, 

and life,

with secrets kept

and pain endured, 

but still yet they sparkle. 

   (shine!) 

droplet of sunshine, 

sacred, 

special, 

adored.

perfect, dimpled smile, 

crinkled nose

and freckles,

like stains from the teardrops 

from heaven. 

  (shine, dear!) 

it’s so complex

knowing what to say

with emotions so deep, 

planted in the ground 

like the grandiose roots

of the biggest oak tree

you’ve ever

seen. 

  (shine, my love!) 

oh, 

like you always have,

and do,

and will, 

the pulse of life. the rush of it all.

running until your legs cannot handle anymore.

screaming until your voice dies out in a soft, rebellient whisper.

dancing until your body hurts and everyone else has gone home.

laugh wildly, and with true passion, and appreciate the pulse that surrounds you.

you were brought into this world by the grace of God himself,

so for God’s sake,

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red.

red.

red.

honesty.

truth.

revenge.

fury.

pain.

blood.

is it thicker than water?

is it binding?

what does it mean?

what does it mean?

blue.

blue

blue.

peace.

tranquility.

resolution. 

sight.

amorphous.

flow,

with it

go,

go! go!

purple.

purple.

purple.

honor.

loyalty. 

majesty. 

courage.

adventure.

pride. 

what is mine worth?

my pride, 

is inestimable,

yet so fragile, 

so torn,

so confounded, 

so omnipresent, 

but so lost. 

tantalus’ struggle

is one of my own. 

forever reaching for something, 

never to have a home. 

my stomach growls with desire, 

my lips quiver with thirst,

in a world down below,

suffering the worst. 

danaus’ daughters

held a similar fate, 

incessant penance paid,

their hearts filled with hate. 

the styx river’s water, 

will never be enough, 

the greek gods of legend, 

calling the mortal’s bluff. 

the sky booms with thunder, 

my heart in despair, 

the human and their ego, 

you believe that you are so beneath beauty.

cracked, chipped, dilapidated, 

tainted, grotesque, 

monsterous. 

you have morphed yourself into a hellish creature

with the way that you judge yourself in the mirror. 

you have shattered your own image

by having so much faith in your insecurities. 

you examine yourself like an object to be kept 

in pristine condition, 

as something to be sold. 

what you do not realize, 

however, 

is that your beauty is more complex than many,

many things on this earth.

your beauty is your strength,

your reserve, 

your acceptance, 

your hope, 

your love, 

your smile,

your soft touch, 

and everything in between.

my darling, you are not beneath beauty;

the breeze is really such a wonderful thing. 

it is the clearest and most undisturbed breath of fresh air, 

an unpredictable covering of gentleness,

a reminder of safety and comfort in the summer heat. 

the breeze is the laborers saving grace

in the blazing sun at high noon, 

when beads of sweat fall rapidly 

off of their worn, red faces. 

a small taste of their retirement later

after all the work has been completed. 

the breeze will scoop you off of your feet,

and carry you home 

based upon Billie Eilish’s “i love you,” listen with headphones! :)

it was all a mistake.

i was so in love with you.

but it was supposed to be a secret,

and you completely knocked down my guard.

i love you,

but i don’t want to.

it’s forbidden.

you’re the one i can’t have.

but yet, here i am, thinking about you

every second

of every hour

of every day.

say you were trying to make me laugh.

just say it so we can pretend it never happened.

you didn’t say anything though,

and we were both left there,

in absolute silence.

what the hell did i do?

you said it. you made everything come flooding out.

i had it burrowed so deep,

i had lost it within myself.

but with three words,

you dug it up

and slammed it in my face.

teardrops roll down my cheeks

simply because

i love you

i wish the sun shined brighter.

i wish the moon would gleam off of water brighter.

i wish everything was brighter.

but right now,

everything is so dull,

and bland,

and effortlessly lifeless.

but that’s okay, because sometimes

the sun looks a little brighter.

and maybe the moon glimmers cheerfully when i

look at my reflection in an enchanted lake.

maybe everything is okay

because sometimes it’s better.

brighter. alive.

maybe i can be happier, and

maybe we’ll shine brighter together,

you and i.

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keep shining guys!! :-)

i’ll pick up my pen, 

and my head, 

and my spirit will be renewed,

within time. 

i’ll return to my former self, 

one of passion, 

and eloquence, 

one who is put together and ready to face the day. 

i’ll be back 

to inspiration, and encouragement, 

and love. 

someday i’ll look at the world

with a glimmer in my eye, 

but just for now, 

this land is barren. 

dead. 

eventually, the ground will rejuvenate;

and so will i.

soon, the ground will flourish;

and it will lend me it’s strength. 

daisies will look at the sun 

and thank it for it’s warmth. 

they will look at the moon 

and have gratitude for it’s dim white light. 

i will look at the daisies, 

and think of you, 

knowing that you are the daises in my life, 

the rich soil that acts as my life source, 

your smile dissolves all of life’s troubles. 

it melts them away like they’re so insignificant, 

unbelievably irrational and small. 

the glimmer of hope in your eyes makes love worth it. 

worth the pain and strife, the toil and despair. 

because it’s the moments like these, 

that remind me what love is really about. 

the instant i see those beautiful freckles, 

and those rosy cheeks, 

and i feel your love for me, 

i understand what it is to love. truly love. 

when i think about the time we shared our first “i love you,” 

laying in bed with the soft light of dawn creeping in, 

my heart still skips a beat. 

my mind still feels calmer. 

i still find myself holding my breath

awestruck at the feeling of innocent,

passionate, 

real, 

((yet another shoutout to @princelogical, love you.))

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our love was blue.

it was like the waves of a sapphire sea.

the sun illuminated our love,

and the love of our hearts bathed in the water.

it was unable to be controlled, because it had so much passion.

there was so much love.

our love glimmered like precious stones,

((credit to @princelogical for editing this photo. thank u.))

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our love was green.

it was vivid and youthful.

it was moments of serenity

but the danger of fire.

it was calm, blissful, and accepting.

our love was full of life,

our love was yellow.

it was sweet, like honey.

it was peaceful and happy, it was hopeful and yearned for the day ahead.

it was forgiving and cheerful even when the storms got bad.

our love was marvelous,

our love was orange.

it was soft, comfortable, and free.

it was lazy sundays and sun after the rain, making the rainbow before us now.

our love was gentle,

our love was red. 

it was passionate, impulsive, and chaotic. 

it was summer nights and deafening music in quiet places. 

it was a bullet train on the wrong track, going nowhere, 

but everywhere. 

our love was beautiful,