Seek out happiness for yourself, and make those around you happy.
Some days, nothing takes the pain away.
Nothing drives anxiety out the window,
Nothing makes words overheard dissipate.
Words written across my skin, or a scarf around my wrist
Won't keep my fears away.
I want to be buried
under a cold mound of dirt
or in pair of solid arms.
Either one will do.
I want to get a band of ink sewn into my skin that reads:
Willing to stand in the hurricane,
Because on most days
I need to be reminded to stay brave.
I have a scarf, black, with white daisies
Given by the mother of my father to my mother
And on some days, I wrap it 'round my wrist
So I don't forget the pain she endured
And the smile she planted on her face
This is not a poem.
will let me beat my fists against its chest
until my roaring turns to wracking sobs
Maybe love will withstand my long silences
and become my hiding place,
become the jar I pour my hurt into
and the arms that squeeze me back together
These feelings are no more than residue that time will clear away;
I cannot make them go.
I must simply keep them to myself and wait for them to pass.
That is all.
The people who'll stick with you when things go haywire; those are the people you want in your life. Everyone else can go.
I will not seek the approval of those who only like me when everything goes right.
It doesn't matter if I stand alone sometimes.
It won't keep me from achieving my dreams.
He sits in the the corner made
by that old stone building
and unfastens his soul
and sets his wares about him
And people stand around to see
the beautiful things he makes with his voice.
It's not really fair
The way she's allowed to break like that
in the middle of a freeway
Her momma is waiting at home
But the lover that she never met
Will never know she's gone
with no one watching but the wind.
And it's empty--no one gave it capacity to hold emotion,
Her momma will remember her smile,
But he won't know the life he's missing,
And she'll never know. She'll never know
No sirens, or cars, no tears left to cry
more than to know
that Life cannot
cannot wait until we are ready.
She was a stitch
In a tapestry
And most people don't notice dropped stitches.