Packaged in PenstrokesSplash of the swirlingSwell of symphony sensesColors collectedHarmony howlsPrints pressed pure in fresh snowfallWashed clean with the windInk of the instantAnd reflective restoringOf a mistral mindConquering countriesAn artistry elegantA knight on his rideMay your wings, worn fromBattle, be bathed in echoesOf eternitySimply a sisterOf sorts in the sine wave soundsA song that surroundsAngelic answerUnexpected, undeservedA salve to be saneSpots in the spokenAnd silent situationsInto abyssesForge a fair fireDigging deeply undergroundIn sharpening shapesWeathering wintryAnd worthy wistful wilesCount them cold acrossTurbulent timelinesAffectionate agonyGently tender tidesUp in the airwavesCircling sunbeams untarnishedAspire aboveLovable lionTo a tune of tearless timesPiloted toward peaceThe sea and the sunA glow that’s going globalAnd still it will strideNever near enoughBut we haven’t bid goodbyeElsewhere’s where we walkGalaxy
StarstruckStarstruck girl, a light in my eyesThey've never seen before.Starlight, starlessWhen you don't scale my sky.A jump, a leap, a fall so far,But then you pick me up.You taught me something,You made me learn.Why regretHow we were born,When it makes us so much stronger?We have so much moreTo offer this worldThan the average boy or girl.They reject us, or accept us,And never understand...But I don't care.I don't mind anymore.I like who I am,I'm proud to be me.There are things I'll change,But I'm glad to be different.I don't resent my birth.We share this fate,And I realize nowHow much that really means.Unique, not abnormal;Gifted, not deprived;Blessed, not cursed;Worthy, not worthless.We are who we are,And I like who we are.You made me see that,And see who I am.I knew it was there,Somewhere beneath...But you opened my eyesAnd set me free.Starstruck now, unsure howTo tell you what I feel.My tongue and typingBecome so clumsyWhen I cross your path these
QuiverI never expected this.I don't know what to feel.It's so sudden, bursting forth,Like my heart when you make it beat.Whatever I'm feeling, it's new to me now...So different, exciting...it makes me warm.It scares me a little, scares me to sayWhat I feel, even thoughI know you feel the same.Or at least I hope...Because you can never be sure.I feel tugged and pulledBy so many people...But I think you're tuggingAs hard as you can.It hurts me, you know,But I don't think I care.I'm me with I'm with you.I feel like myself.I'm finally figuringOut who she is...The things you sayMake me feel okayWhen I look in the mirrorAnd feel this fever...Quivering, here, inside.I feel so much braver...I feel so alive.Awake, even thoughI've only slept a while.You keep me awake.You keep me alive.You make me brave.You make me fly.Thank you so muchFor stroking my wings.
A Star That Darkens DailyStain the stars with snow,And roast them over flames.It's hard to feel anythingWhen all that you feelIs encased in iceOr burned away.They rip her apart,Cut her wide open,Let her boil beneathThe salt of the sea.And as she grows colder,Blazing with rage,Her hatred will hardenAnd swallow her whole.This shield is a maskShe wears for the world.On one side, purple,Opposing blue.A catlike smile,A grin she's grown.And a rose, of course,Bittersweet blue.She hates herselfFor what she's done,Who she is,How she's handled hate.Who she's hurt,How she's hurting,And what she's doing now...Trained to trustWhen she was young;Older now, she learns againThat what they taughtWas meant to tame,And any truthHas been betrayed.How many lessonsDoes it take to learn?Trust none, love none,Be never betrayed again.No one can love her,For no one can know her,No one can see herExcept a few far away...There's a distance between herAnd the rest of the world.A glassy
SandcastleI can't sleep, so I riseFrom my bed, and go outWhere the moon scrapes the tilesWith reflected light.There's a door at the end of the world,So I exit and ask God a question.He's busy, so I'm strandedOn the tip of a purple pen.I can hear the birds chirping,But I don't know their language.Instead my conversationsAre held between me and I.In avoidance of echoes,I run from the noise.Too many talonsHave sunk in my skin.Streetlights are stressful,But they dim with the dawn.I spend my days in silence,Wandering empty isles.When the sky's gone black and grey,The stars come out to play.The sense of shame, the weighted name,The erasure fades away...A sudden starry stormLeads me down the stairs.I grip the iron railAnd feel it fall to dust.As I step from the stairway,I stand on the sand.The voice of the wavesIs old and new.From a distance, I watchAs the little girl plays,Building her castleWhile the waves lie low.I know the tides will rise,Her world swept