Roses

its ironic

how i find so much beauty

within the world

though 

within myself

i find nothing

we are taught that beauty

comes from within

from the heart

but

like a rose

we are plucked too early

never able to blossom

and grow 

captivated

curled up 

kept safe

kept blind

inside walls

forced to believe

we are special

we are unique

we are attacked

we are shamed 

by endless visions

of the ideal

the beautiful

they keep us trapped

in our cages

scared

with no way out

no way to open up

unable to see

all that we really are

Poison

let it go

so you can once again

sleep easy

let it go

so the pain no longer lingers

deep

within your tears

let it go

so you don’t have to

hide

from the world

let it go

to make way for the angels

waiting patiently 

for your love

let it go

and find the freedom

that is hiding

in your breath

let it go 

and be alive

like you used to

let it go

for the sake of my

fragile

broken

soul

Lost

lost

like so many

great figures

that have

waded through

the storms

far before

my time

yet

i see no

likeness

between me

and those

that have also

wandered

my storms await

yet i find

no will

no light

to follow

to fight

to make

stories of

my own

i have no

direction

no idea

no plan

i cry

at the thought

of being naked

and alone

exposed

to a world

that is so

unforgiving

full

of judgemental

watchful eyes

never resting

always looking

analysing every

move

but my dear

i am

simply so

lost

i do not

even remember

what lost is

Time

as the time passes

and the nights

expand

on and on

endless

quiet

like the stars

and the galaxies

up in space

shining

like my eyes do

with the tears

that only wish to fall

down

each cheek

waiting to greet the other

at my lips

as i wish

we could do

alone

after all this time

quietly hoping

to hear just

3 words

'i miss you'

Streams

thoughts never stop

they pound in my head

again

and again

and

again

they remind me

of what i was

what i am

and what i cannot figure out

im lost

floating

like a leaf

down a stream

alone

and cold

from the tears

that roll

like the rain

down a lifeless statue

emotion bursting

from every crack

every break

a wasted ruin

laying trapped

and

forgotten

however i cannot help

but wonder

if you too

are looking up

at the same

sky

Cracks

the cracks

around my eyes show

where laughter

once lingered

where it thrived

where it blossomed

like the hunger

for your touch

your kiss

your smile

nothing more

than a desire

simple

strong

hopeful

such as i

once was

Flaws

today i looked in the mirror

i saw a face

filled with flaws

beyond counting

on one hand

the more i saw

the more i became consumed

by the desire for perfection

to look like those other girls

the pretty girls

so i could

be perfect too

then i realised

i would never be those other girls

the pretty girls

who seem to have it all

when in reality

they have the same as me

a face

filled with their own flaws

beyond counting

on one hand

striving for perfection

in a world where perfection

does not exist