When feelings misalign, I stand, A stranger in a crowded land. How will I push? How will I be? How will someone truly see me? I just want to go home, not try,Afraid of every glance that slides by. Rejected …

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When feelings misalign, I stand, A stranger in a crowded land. How will I push? How will I be? How will someone truly see me? I just want to go home, not try,Afraid of every glance that slides by. Rejected …
There’s something to be said about the sunEither blazing or wantingWhen summers arrived, it’s in full effect All I can do is hideShield my eyes from blatant rays, yearn for cooler timesBut when days of red and yellow come to …
There’s a scene that plays in my mind where I’m walking too fast and you’re not payingattention. The collision knocks me down or maybe it doesn’t but you hold on to me just to besure. Our eyes gleam with remembrance …
Two more years Two more summers Two more Christmases Two more years Time is slipping Moments lost Tick tock tick tock Two more years 22 more months 96 more weeks 673 more days 16,140 more hours 968,449 more minutes 58,106,978 …
The waves are crashing against us now, love As we stand, feet in the sand, despite our lives Our hands suspended over the water, our names: The knife-blade sun slicing white through the blue The air tastes and whips as …
A tingly feeling as the rough grass brushes against my arm, and my fingers seem to easily run between the greenery sprouting from earth. What is Earth? She’s a birth, a big ball waiting to be molded, not shy to …
All my life I have struggled with laying my soul Bare via the words that fall from my mouth. Whether I was Crying out for help, or expressing my own anger, I always choked. Dying for someone to listen to …
You could not have known how the moonlight lit your hair. You could not have seen the hope in your defiant glare. I wish you would have listened, to the voice you heard below – telling you it shimmered, like …
I will meet you in spring, Where the grass grows and the wind howls, Where the ice fades and the blossoms twist into blooms, Where the cats roam and the birds sing, A gentle melody strummed across the yellow sky, …
climb inside my soul use the crack that appeared when I discovered that leaders don’t lead the way they once did use the hole that formed when I realized that kindness is not as common as it once was use …