Half Sky

It broke my sky when I let him go.

So please understand, that when I

didn't want to, but had to...

It was the hardest thing I ever did. 

Not enigmas

Everyone's ordinary. Plain. We make them into enigmas. 

Make your Universe about yourself, not them.

They are not even worthy of your precious words. 

Good people

 We all need good days and good people. 

I hope your good people gravitate towards you and stay so you have a good day every day.

Free

 Tonight I'm free.

I said what I had to. 

I made sure my voice didn't shake.

I made sure I didn't cry. 

And now I'm free. 

I'm light. I'm free. 

Butterfly

 "You're too heavy!" said the butterfly. "You're going to fall off!"

"I'm not and shush, you're not the only one with wings Butterfly, watch me fly!"

Kaiah took a deep breath in and raised her arms up, and with knees slightly bent, she let go. Her wings flapped a little and she felt as if she was falling for a moment but then the wind caught her and she rose. She was flying! Finally flying! 

"You did it Kaiah! You're a butterfly! You're like me!" said Butterfly, coming up next to her. 

"I am! And I'm free. That's the thing, Butterfly. I am free". 

Blush pink

 The day ended and you were silent again. 

You promised you'd write,

But you didn't. 

It's okay, I guess.

You probably have your reasons. 

I can wait I suppose for a little while more. 

But then again, how long for, must I? 

Just like the blush pink fading in the sky. 

Say it

 If they came back, just for a day...what would you say to them? 

What would you do together, knowing that by the end of the day, they'd be gone again? 

.....?

And so then why is it that we can't say those things to them, while they are with us, alive? 

Say it. Say it all, before it's too late rather than stay silent and say nothing at all.

Don't

 Don't make me into something that I'm not. 

Don't make me into a person who doesn't feel.

Don't make me into a person like you. 

Clouds

 Let's go home.

Never to return.

Let's die tonight

And sleep in eternal slumber. 

Let's go through each other,

Like two clouds in the sky.

Never together.

Never forever

Lantern

There is always a light that I will leave on for you, so that you know you are home.

Its glow will tell you to come in, sit down and rest.

The warmth of the lantern will let you know that you are safe. 

Safe to speak, safe to love and safe to be you.

Untangled

 You walked away.

You didn't care. 

You didn't look back.

You didn't stay.

Nothing was left,

The day you went away

Except for that one cherry blossom 

caught in my hair.

White

 What is now damaged, may never shine again.

Well you assume that, don't you?

Just remember that what has happened has now gone.

It's the past, never to return.

What lies ahead, is your path. 

That is in your control, however you choose to pave it.

Mistakes have been made, yes. 

But know this; the soul never blackens. 

It is pure and white.

That is why your eyes still shine.

Tarnished, may be your body, for now. 

But you still resonate bright. 

Last

 That's the difference between you and I...

I put you first, you put me last. 

Not a happy birthday

 Stop wishing them 'happy birthday' at the stroke of midnight.

Nobody cares so why do you? 

Ask me

 What's it like when nobody tells you they love you?

What's it like when there's nobody waiting for you at home?

What's it like to not be held or kissed? 

What's it like when you aren't someone's special person?

Ask me. 

Aura

There's the dark and the light. 

That's your aura. 

It emanates from your hand. 

We're both. 

The angelic and the satanic.

Story telling

Some hands don't 'fit' on social media.

Some hands don't have slender, long nails painted red, deliberately posing in a photograph for others to see. 

Some hands are simple and practical. 

Some hands will hold a pen, then pour words for others to read. 

Some hands will just hold a cup of tea. 

They aren't the definition of your 'pretty' but that doesn't matter. 

Those hands can tell a story. 

Pain

He didn't know it.

I never showed it, 

the pain he caused me. 

And over time, my heart healed. 

But the scar left reminded me, 

That bones can mend and your eyes will dry.

But the heart, oh the tender heart still will cry. 

Her eyes

The prettiest things you'll ever see are her eyes. 

Yeah, sure. 

But wait until she shows you what she sees through them. 

Magnolia

You don't know her, you just think you do. 

She only shows only one side of herself, and the other is hidden. 

She carefully chooses what to reveal, hidden in layers of petals wrapped tightly. 

You won't get to see what passions lie within, what secrets she holds ...And what fantasies dance. 

Exquisite

 I know I wasn't made to just get up each day and go to work. 

I can't sit stagnant at my desk looking at a screen. 

Mmmm, nope. 

Because I dream too much.

I take pictures all the time. 

I write - a lot. 

I glance out my window and watch birds play. 

I see love-hearts in the clouds. 

I find flowers exquisite. 

So don't make me sit 9-5 at work. 

I'm sure I was meant for higher things. 

Don't forget who you are

 Never let them get you to a point, where you forget who you are. 

Never let them dictate who they think you are.

Don't allow them to label you with names and taunts that aren't true. 

Never let them break your spirit. 

The thing is you have a light within you and you need to remember this. 

You need to remember this every time they make you doubt yourself.

And remember too that when you feel like giving up on life, there's a bunch of people who would miss you if you went away. 

So for yourself, for the sanity and peace of those who love you...

Please don't forget who you are. 

Beauty

She's beautiful. 

You've just got to notice her. See the world through her eyes.

She'll show you beauty. 

Beauty around you and beauty within. 

Potential Happys

You spend New Year's Eve alone. You can hear the music thud from house parties near by, and then the countdown to the New Year. You can hear the fireworks at midnight go off, from your loungeroom. The frivolous sounds last approximately 8 minutes and then there's quiet. You close your eyes and wish yourself a New Year. You hope for less pain, and more strength. You wish for happiness and lesser tears. And sitting there, you close your eyes and press your lips together. You are alone, but sobbing quietly, and you don't know why you're still so quiet, because it's only you here, wishing yourself 366 potential happys for the New Year.