Forgot- beauty you are made of

You are not your age,

Nor the size of clothes you wear,

You are not a weight,

Or the colour of your hair,

You are not your name,

Or the dimples in your cheeks,

You are all the books you read,

And all the words you speak,

You are your croaky morning voice,

And the smiles you try to hide,

You’re the sweetness in your laughter,

And every tear you’ve cried,

You’re the songs you sing so loudly,

When you know you’re all alone,

You’re the places that you’ve been to,

And the one that you call home,

You’re the things that you believe in,

And the people that you love,

You’re the photos in your bedroom,

And the future you dream of,

You’re made of so much beauty,

But it seems that you forgot,

When you decided that you were defined,

By all the things you’re not.

The Sound of Silence

The sound of two people ignoring each other

The sound of no one being there for another

The sound of eerie nothingness engulfing the air

The sound of no one even bothering to care

The sound of wind blowing everything away

The sound of the pain you go through everyday

The sound of everything that is unknown

The sound of being completely alone

The sound of thinking quietly inside

The sound of being left behind

The sound of trying not to cry

The sound of wishing you could die

The sound of silence can’t be heard

Just like the soft swift wings of a bird

The sound of silence can seem unreal

The sound of silence is something you feel

The sound of silence

Soft yet shril

The sound of silence

I think

Can kill

what it’s worth

For what it’s worth…..it’s never too late, or in my case too 

early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit.

Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same.

There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the

worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see

things that startle you. I hope you feel things you’ve never

felt before. I hope you meet people who have a different

point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if

you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start over again.

Hope

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

           That perches in the soul,

     And sings the tune without the words,

            And never stops at all.

       And sweetest in the gale is heard;

           And sore must be the storm

       That could abash the little bird

            That kept so many warm.

       I’ve heard it in the chilliest land

           And on the strangest sea;

            yet, never, in extremity,

            It asked a crumb of me.

A Star not Known

She had a language of her own,

Her own way to show her love and care,

She would meet people as if

It has been years to the bond they share.

Her eyes can touch the scars

You’ve been hiding for long,

She would cares the flaws,

As that made one strong.

She is a gorgeous mess,

Composed of the pieces broken down,

Her smile is starlit,

And there’s beauty even in her frown.

Some people started to envy her,

And tried to bring her to their size,

As it isn’t easy to appreciate someone

When you’re made up of endless lies.

They tried to compress her sky,

And condense her inner starlight,

But they couldn’t make her universe shrink,

And she shined brighter every night.

Soo she realized her own

World was enough strong

And she has been looking for beauty everywhere,

But it lies right where she belongs.

You, all mine

I’m in love with you
and your entire being.

Your hands
and the way
they hold mine.

Your eyes
and the way
they smile at mine.

Your lips
and the way
they fit with mine.

Everything about you.
And it’s all
mine.

It’s okay

‘It’s okay’

She whispers to herself.

‘It’s okay’

But is it?

She gave everything she had

to others.

She carved her own soul for

the people around her.

But now,

when she needs the same,

she has no one to turn to.

No one will rescue them.

So she sits on the floor,

telling herself

‘it’s okay’

knowing it’d not,

knowing it will never be.

Didn’t I tell you, my love?

You’re all alone.

Eyes

Her eyes are blue
Yours are brown
Hers represents the ocean
Yours represents the ground
You’ve always hated your eyes
And wished that they were blue
But your eyes have a tint of gold
So rare it must not be true
So yes her eyes are blue
And yes your eyes are brown
But your eyes hold the riches
That are buried in the ground
Her eyes carry storms
And rage like the sea
Your eyes carry earthquakes
That bring mountains to their knees
Maybe her eyes are blue
But your eyes reign queen
Because they hold the purest riches
The world has ever seen

Temporary

I think I’m dead

Or maybe I’m not

But I feel like a flower

Shriveling in its pot

Like the gleaming stars

That disappear in the day

I’m dissolving bit by bit

While losing my way

My fingertips are snapping

Like the icicles at the pole

I cannot see any footsteps

I can never feel whole

I’m number thirteen on the clock

I’ve been thrown out of existence

The time has killed my passion

Along with my persistence

Destroy me one the battlefield

For my years are running low

In this belligerent world

I’m like a fire in the snow

Longing

I’ll write for you a poem

that you can read from time to time.

A tale of how we could be,

in a world where you are mine.

We’d travel near and far, just us,

walking city blocks together.

Our feet could take us anywhere

and our hands would still be tethered.

The starlight could be blinding

as the sunshine fades away.

Just tell me what to write

and I’ll create anything you say.

I could write us into forever

if you let my mind run wild

I’d write us onto the tops of mountains

where we’d play just like a child.

I’d write us into all the wonders

that I’ve ever dreamt of seeing,

but the saddest part of writing

is that I can’t write you into being.