Can always be better (Poem #74)

It’s a pretty simple message right?

It is OKAY to not be perfect….

I wish it was that easy.

The idea of being perfect isn’t the problem,

it’s the idea that may we can get close,

and that somehow we can always move one step closer to being perfect if we just do _________.

But it doesn’t work!

We never reach this invisible goal that we set that if we become ______then I will stop….

because there is always something better,

you can always be prettier,

bigger chested,

thinner waisted,





The world doesn’t need better,

the world needs you,

it needs your quirkiness,

and the way your mouth turns when you smile,

or the odd noise you make when you are gasping for air in between laughs….

The world needs you exactly how you are….

I need you exactly how you are….

YOU need YOU exactly how you are…

Balancing Act (Poem #73)

Life isn’t a simple thing,

and it is all about balance.

The balance between sorrow and joy,

light and dark,

pain and happiness,

pride and humbleness,

Success and integrity

Self-love and self-sacrifice.

And to this day,

I haven’t found that balance,

but the things is I think your goal in life is to balance it all,

but the moment you truly start to live is when you accept that you never will be able to.

Til then…(Poem #72)

I wish I felt something more than what I do,

That every-time I saw you my heart didn’t ache a little more…

but it does,

and it always will.

Because even though you don’t love me how I want you to,

I still cling to the aching hope that someday you will…

The whisper that Outweighs the Screams (Poem #71)

Mentally I understand it,

My brain can tell me a thousand times,

but my heart won’t listen,

it muffles out the screams,

and replaces them with whispers that echo through my soul.

I don’t know if that is a good thing,

or if all it will do is drive me insane…

Because my mind is screaming “HE DOESN’T WANT YOU!”

But my heart still clings to “Maybe someday he will……”

“Can you feel my heart” -Bring Me the Horizon (poem #70)

Some people call them skeletons,

But I think that isn’t fair,

it doesn’t give it justice,

Because skeletons can fall apart,

or be shoved back where no one can see,

and you only take them out when you desire to.

So I would call them demons,

because demons can come and go as they please,

they can bump at the night,

and make you scream,

or sneak up on you quietly

and wait for the right moment,

to give you chills,

and remind you that they are with you,

no matter how safe you feel.

So our insecurities,


and pains

aren’t skeletons,

or nightmares alike,

they are demons,

and they have come from hell,

to remind you to hide!

Heartache Daily (Poem #69)

I’d rip my heart out for you daily,

yet I can’t get a night in return,

so tell me why I love you,

and give you everything I deserve,

when you can’t love me,

because you aren’t willing to see,

that even though I hurt you,

I do know what love truly means…

So maybe someday you will accept that,

or maybe you will never know,

but my heart breaks a little everyday

the more I have to let you go,

and the saddest thing ever,

is that you will never see,

me ripping my heart out for you

while you are standing right in front of me.

The night (Poem #68)

As the moon rises high in the dark barren sky,

A tear falls down that no one should have cried,

Pain is felt that has been kept inside,

And loneliness sinks in with each second that goes by,

For night time means darkness,

Unless your out for a drink,

But even a bar is sometimes lonelier than you think,

Becasue every soul is searching for something we can never grasp,

Whether it is riches, money, happiness, or success.

Every soul is running toward something new to have,

And everyone can sometimes forget the beauty that night has.

For in the darkness you can cherish the soft breath by your side,

or a warm memory that helps keep you warm at night,

or even the fact the we have a dollar or two to spend on a day,

or just the fact that we are made to cherish both the night and the day.

Not all angels are good (Poem #67)

Not all people are evil,

Just like not all angels are good,

Because the angel of death isn’t looked upon with glory,

He just does his job. 

And the Angels on chariots,

Ride around to say that are world is chaotic

and will soon come to an end.

Don’t tell me that our saints weren’t sinners at heart,

Because we all know they were,

We just don’t focus on that part.

So don’t tell me all angels are good,

And all people are bad,

Because even thought there are some bad ones,

And a lot that will hurt us,

There is more to be said,

For the humans that walk this earth are just wondering…


To know what life has in store,

on the globe that keeps spinning more and more.

So not all people are evil,

And even the ones that claim they are can’t be,

Because we are all simply human,

And that is all we know,

That is all we can see,

And being human is being beautifully chaotic,

and in the middle of good and bad dreams!