The true definition of strength.
Dear PeopleDear Nobody,
Remember that you are somebody.
Remember that you can succeed.
Remember that you have been gifted with looks that others envy, but you are still equal.
Remember that you are just as good as anyone around you.
Remember that you are still you, no matter what other people think.
Remember that friendship and acceptance is a reason to live.
Remember to spread the love to everyone, no matter who they may be.
Remember that you can make a difference.
We are all different,
Yet we are the same.
We are all individuals with something to give,
Yet in the end we all have the same goal.
And to be loved.
WoundWe are a blade and a bullet,
And we hurt in different ways.
Let's agree to disagree,
On my flaws, and on yours.
On occasion we were a storm
And more often than not
We rained on our parades.
But then we drowned in the dust,
In the ashes of quick remarks
And shades of misunderstanding.
I do not apologise, and nor should you,
For I am me and you are you
I wish you the very best,
And hope you remember me,
In the days of new black
And silly midnight secrets.
A perfect artisan,
he created me from air and light
and the warmth
of all the music that he knew.
He placed honey on my tongue
and lit a thousand questions upon my lips
that burned too brightly
and left me thirsty.
He dressed me in soft wings
and linen so crisp and clean
it blinded my limbs
and burned my skin
to the smooth white of graven images
that bewitched my pride
and darkened my heart.
He sat me at his table
and fed me grapes and figs
to whet my appetite
and make me ache
for one moment of blinding grandeur
that I could capture
and would outshine him.
He flaunted wisdom of the ages
and the fragile heart
of unseen worlds and tongues.
He made promises with colors
and prisms of good and evil
that sullied my lips like forbidden fruit
and made me crave more.
An imperfect angel,
I was created in his image
and the curse
of all the beauty that he loved.
He placed desire in my heart
and a lust for adoration
that took me to his edge
but could not be denied.
EmeraldThere was a boy. The every day average boy. A boy who was utterly unremarkable.
He liked a girl. A beautiful girl. A girl that made his jaw drop.
Soon, He started getting hooked to her every word. Her every movement.
It was no secret, barely concealed.
That he liked the girl. Probably more than either of them could ever fathom.
Even the girl knew it. Knew of the boy. The every day average boy. The boy who was utterly unremarkable.
The girls birthday was soon approaching. The day she would turn 16. The day she would be on guard.
The girl was expecting him to do something. Something that would make him remarkable. Something to try and win her.
She kept saying, that she thought he must be thinking that a simple present would make her his girlfriend. That he was hopelessly lost in fantasies. That he actually expected her to swoon over him.
everyone started mocking him. Mocking the boy. The every day average boy. The boy who was utterly unremarkable.
Just a Heartbeat
a moment in time,
just a heartbeat;
the world freezes
and all is quiet.
the space between
one pulse and the next,
a line on the monitor
before the next arc.
a bead of sweat
a wisp of breath exhaled.
just a heartbeat,
enough time for time
to mean nothing at all.
a tension in
a shiver up
a tremor and
within the span
a shadow comes
within an eye
your skin prickles,
then it caves.
ebbing from you.
gives up the ghost.
just a heartbeat,
the span between
one pulse and the next.
that is how long
it takes for you
The Mad Hatter's Serenade
and then the hatter said, to the tree
'life is the colour you want to see.
black or white or blue or red.'
and then he stood upon his head.
'The world makes more sense upside down,
so now, when I'm happy, I usually frown.'
'I wear many hats, none of them are mine.
I keep them to sell, so please get in line.
Buy them for cheap, and take this mask for free!
Use it to hide the faces you don't want anyone to see.
'tis a neverending tea party, this life, my friend!
time is frozen still, and this will not end.
not joy, nor sorrow, nor love, nor hate
the most you can hope for, is to get a clean plate.'
I watch the hatter (mad), and then I smile
not so much in years, yet quite clearly senile
I shed a tear for his sake, and then I look away
I do not need to hear what he has to say.
and the hatter said to the tree,
'they never really listen to me.
but if they stopped to look they'd find
i'm not completely out of my mind.'
the hatter (mad), he says to me
'we are both the same.'
tiny little pawns,
inchworm.I have a riddle for you, you said, and I smiled,
twisting my hair in my fingers.
good. I like riddles.
if theres a worm, you said, stuck at the bottom of a thirty-foot well,
and every day he climbs two feet up and
every night he slides one foot down
he gets out of the well on the twenty-ninth day, I said.
I know that one.
I have one for you.
you sat back a little and your lips twitched.
okay, you said, hesitantly.
if theres this relationship, I said,
stuck in a huge rut,
and every day it takes one step forward and
three steps back,
when does it reach the point that I can trust you again?