MASK

masks are "essential" to life.

part of the daily human routine.

wake up, put on an I'm-the-perfect-child mask.

go to school with an I'm-cooler-than-everyone-and-don't-need-to-learn mask.

I see my best friend from second grade and somehow the I-miss-you-so-much mask comes on.

a whole closet full from no store in particular.

some hand made.  sewing in confusion with each stitch.

confusion of why masks are needed when they only make your face itch, sweat and give you an awkward tan line.

words of being yourself.

concepts of confidence.

talk shows of not letting anyone bring you down happen everyday.

but what about the masks.

I thought you said to wear them at all times.

"keep your words, hearts, and feeling in the vehicle at all time." remember?

well I'm done.

I'm tired of these masks.

I want someone to have my heart.

I want someone to feel my feelings.

I want someone to listen to my words.

So i threw them all away.

I'm showing my own face.

please show yours.

the Tomorow me

I've been at work for a while now.

yesterday me is crying over what I've done.

today me is content but ready for some sleep.

tomorrow me is happy because that's all I can be.

so be tomorrow.

live with the tomorrow you, held out on your sleeve and let it roll down to the palm of your hand,

so when someone comes knocking you can show them your tomorrow.

show them the smile of tomorrow and things you will accomplish.

together look into the eyes that look like galaxies of forever.

reach into tomorrows soul and pull out the goodness of the boy who will make your life a field of daisies and your world a fairytale even when it's not.

because in tomorrow there is hope.

and in hope there is enough joy for eternities.

be tomorrow.

and tomorrow will be yours.

life is meant to be lived, 

as it will be.

screeN savoR

something so small can be the cause of a magnificent paradigm shift.

the realization that the little things matter most.

because simplicity is beautiful.

and my mind is now a field of white hope.

a mountain of smiles.

& seas of happiness.

I trust you now.

I trust you.

- ♡

a cloud called 9.

I opened my door tonight to see you with the face and the hair.

and the magic.

sitting on a cloud they call 9 
my muscles in my cheeks got tired from showing my teeth. 

the thumps in our chests whispering to each other 
in a language I'm not fluent in yet. 

I think it starts with an L.

we talked carefully 
as if we didn't want to disturb the sleeping stars 
or dull the moon.

sitting on the cloud called 9 
the distance between us decreased.  

you teased me until the tension was to much 
and the rubber band snapped.  

suddenly the lips were locked 
and we were high away in never land 
on a cloud called 9. 

your hands finding their way through me, 
we waltzed on and on, 
making the most beautiful music I've ever heard. 

our steps in sync, 
the heat rising, 
the world becoming a blur. 

it was perfect. 

we were invincible in those moments.  

everything falling into place except for the time.

to quickly the song ended and dancing slowed.  
I could see my house now. 

reality coming back as the air between us grew.  
I've never been so disappointed to be home.

let's go high away to never land on the cloud called 9 again soon.

and for now on my door is open.

Tired eyes and Lemon heads.

We both had tired eyes.

Tired eyes from all the lemons of life.

Still we smiled and laughed, watched and wished.

Wished it was just us in that great big room.

Only us always.

So I could look at your face just for the fun of it.  

Look at all the little details that make you, you.

  

You electrify me by one glance.  

By almost doing nothing.

You must be a magician.

Because in that moment when you touched me....my tired eyes suddenly didn't matter and I was 

breathing in all the lemonade there was. 

So please, touch me always. 

Electrify me.

Go ahead b, hit me with all the magic you have.

Heavens Help

Sometimes in life you cry. 

You cry because you're happy.  

You cry because you're sad, 

or you cry for no reason at all.  

Today I am crying for a million reasons, but at the same time only one very small one. 

I can taste the salt as the liquid rolls down my cheek ever so slightly.

My body trembles.

My heart shakes.

My arm limp from the pain.

I would never wish this upon anyone, 

not even the guy who took the girl 4 houses down. 

I can hear the heavens rooting for me.  

Cheers of despair covered by a light layer of hope.

"Let it go" they say.

"Take my hand I can help"

Today I am crying for a million reasons, but at the same time only one very small one.

Colorful Butterflies.

I see you're name on the screen.

 the butterflies come to life inside my stomach breaking out of the cocoons and taking flight 

only to hit the walls with no where to go.

I have felt this many times before, but with you it's different.  

They are different butterflies.  

More colorful.  

Filled with energy and full on a life so pure I think my stomach might explode.

It's a good feeling.  

I yearn for them every day.  

I want to get to know them, for them to become familiar to my body.

And that's the thing, I don't think that is possible.

These butterflies can't be tamed.  Aren't meant to, and that's okay.

I like them the way they are.  

I want more.

But I'm scared, 

and they feel it.  

As the days go on my conscious persuades me to believe something that can't be true. 

Something I won't believe. 

It makes sense though.

Because how could you have the same butterflies as me inside your stomach, 

when you just got rid of the remnants of hers?

I'm scared.

So the butterflies disappear one by one.

They disappear 

at the thought of you walking away.

They disappear

 because "you only want me for satisfaction."

They disappear 

when you'd rather be feeling up metal than feeling up me.

They disappear 

like I lose your attention.

They disappear 

so I stopped counting.

So please hun.  hurry before their wings tire out.

The Island

An island.  So small, so beautiful.

Surrounded by thousands of pounds of water she put there herself.

Tropical trees as green as can be with fruit more ripe and sweet than anything you've ever tasted.  

Yet no one has ever been to this island. 

Never took a bite of the fruit.  

They've seen and they've heard, but for some reason she never gets chosen as the vacation spot.

Tourists never wander her trails and climb what would change their world. 

Boats and fisherman pass by with maybe a glance.

Leaving her alone.

16 years they've known and she's been alone, with no one to share her magnificence with. 

16 years without a single chance to let people feel the soft sand brush your feet when you walk at sunset.

16 years her crystal blue water, warm of happiness and filled with the remnants of extra rainbows, is left untouched.

16 years her high mountains, jagged cliffs, and hidden caves, wait for just one foot print to claim them.

She doesn't feel alone.  She doesn't feel abandoned. 

But unappreciated. Looked over.  Pushed away. 

just unused...

An island.  So small, so beautiful.  

Surrounded by thousands of pounds of water she put there herself, because someone told her "it's better this way".

But it is about to change.