Coins

Flip the coin See where it lands The clanking noise I can’t stand

Heads tails It’s all the same I’m just tired Of playing this game

Heads tails It won’t define me I’m just tired Of constantly trying

One or the other My life or my death I live to suffer Gambling my breath

Shut up I know How much you care But I can’t hear it In suffocating air

My coins they fall Out of my mouth I feel so sick I can’t live without

All of the pieces They rust and decay Leaving me empty Yet another day

Please someone help me I’ve already lost Please just tell me The game will go on

Those people How do they do it? Live like no one’s watching Like the world is safe and kind

Other people are Always Watching So how do they do those things?

How are they so friendly, Helpful Cheerful Sweet When no doubt, something in their life Is going horribly wrong?

How do they not snap? Break under the pressure of society? How do they strive through persecutors? How do they live, just live fully?

At first I thought it was religion And I suppose that plays part into it But some people don’t believe In a higher power So, how do they do it?

I’ve studied, I’ve watched, I’ve listened And I’ve found it out:

It’s a choice, a choice to live that way, to believe that everything will be okay, even when it’s not. And I realized, that even though kindness is seen as weak—those people are the strongest of us all.

I wish I could be as such.

Do you? Or do you want to stay hidden, unimportant, and comfortable in your society ridden coach?

The air we breathe Cannot be seen Until it’s winter air. With cold that bites You like a knife You exhale and it’s there. It drifts away And then it fades Without ever a trace. But once it was What filled your lungs From which you spoke today.

A melody drifts, a gentle wave, Carrying the soul to a tranquil enclave, Where notes dance and leap in joyous flight, And harmonies embrace in the soft moonlight.

In this realm, the heart finds its voice, A symphony of feelings, a poignant choice, To soar on a crescendo, to weep in a song, Music, the language where all can belong.

It whispers of love with a tender caress, It screams of anguish in a dissonant mess, In every chord, a story untold, In every rhythm, a mystery to behold.

Here, within the quivering strings, Lies the escape from mundane things, A door flung open to worlds unseen, Where every human can share what they mean.

It's a canvas of sound, vast and wide, Where emotions run free, with nowhere to hide, It speaks, it evokes, it conveys with grace, In the beauty of music, our spirits embrace.

You know that was a lie. I lied when I said “Not directed at anyone!” In a different poem.

Because I wrote that poem thinking about you. I know you don’t like liars. But what can I do?

When I don’t want you knowing how much you make me smile. How my friends see my smile because I’m always thinking about you. How I just wish I was online 25/7 even when I’m looking at your life file.

Talking to you. But what can I do?

I’m just some guy who you text on your phone. But that’s what makes me rush home.

I rush home from my classes every day. Because I just wanna know if you said “hey”.

You’re just so…. I can’t even sum it up into one sentence.

It annoys me to my core. Because I just want to focus. But I’ve never felt like this before.

We’re not even enemies. We’re something less than friends. And seeing you go offline is so annoying. But even more annoying when I can see it all coming to an end.

You’re just so exhausting to text Because you make me never want to rest. At first I thought we were competing. Now I’m sitting in my room thinking about all the ways you’re the best.

It makes me want to scream that you are sometimes online. Because I can’t make conversation or else I’ll end up being the one lost to time.

It can be so annoying because you never understand. The reason why I’m still writing is so I can be the one to hold your hand.

And yeah sure be a writer. Of course I can be. But I hate writing now. Unless I can make a way to write you with me….. …………………………………………………………………………………… Wrote this on like 7 hours of sleep. Directed at multiple people in different parts.

Every strum Every note Every word is the human experience

Every story Every love Every loss connects you to me

Every melody Every rhyme Every beat envokes a new emotion

Every lyric Every song Every album makes sense of my mind

Every culture Every place Every time has felt it’s power

Without it, we’d be alone. Music cleanses the soul.

Pink are your petals and green is your stem. On the water you stand, tall and swaying. In your petals you guard a golden gem. And above you the clouds have been graying.

The birds are quiet, and the fish are still. All is quiet, but it won't be for long. It starts to rain and the birds start to trill. When do you realize something is wrong?

The wind picks up. It screams, whistles, and shouts. The flower is gone, without any doubt.

Beauty is rarely black and white. Beauty can be seen even in the absence of sight. Most people and things are beautiful, If they put forth their heart and soul.

With more love, We could rise above, And see the truth, And call a truce.

One person’s trash is another’s treasure, And I will just want you for more than forever, You’re the definition of goals, You always sparkle but you’re better than gold.

Flaws are really not your thing, Everything you do turns out amazing, And I’m not sure you know how to make a mistake, But I guess maybe it will happen one day.

I just hope you will stick around To help me the shit goes down You are my favorite escape, So please dont ever go away.

You restore my faith In the human race Always classy as they come, Your heart full of love, I adore you Lisa Vanderpump

Is it okay your skin creates a soothing touch, Or that my hearts engulfed with harmless flame? Is it okay your fragrance delivers a drug rush? Or that your heart is what I wish to tame. Is it okay for me to feel like I’m driving with no clutch? Or that it gives me excitement chasing you, no matter the game. Is it okay not even the moon can light up the room as much, Or that you’re the rainbow after the rain. Is it okay or is it too much? Or that is that question the same.

Nature is the dance the earth has yearned to waltz We see it through the wind and its whistling melody, It's present in the welcome of the oceans-lapping waves, I've seen it in the flight of birds as summer starts to fade.

Nature is the grief that every being seems to face, We hear it in the wolves' aching howls to the moon, It’s in the swaying of the barren trees, as fall consumed their leaves, I glimpsed it in the darkest night when raindrops fell like flattery.

Nature is a desperate fight to survive just one more night, We see it in the eyes of a fallen deer, who didn't know its end was near, Or in the small mouse who fears its size might be the cost of its demise, It's in the great blue spruce that doesn't let the bitter cold inside its nourishing roots,

Nature will continue to tell stories throughout its many states, could nature perhaps reveal the parts of you, you never thought to tell?