Be

Be kind, be sweet;
Be anything you’d bleed.

Freedom

Freedom is
freeing yourself
from your own self.

The survival of a heart
That needs to stay poetic.

Look me in the eye
Tell me what you see;
For I have the world
Ready to break free.

I’m tired of life lessons;
I have the urge to live.

When the stars scatter
Above my sleepless eyes,
Poetry still saves me;
It still soothes my weary mind.

I type it out to die
And reawaken
To new apprehensions.

start off as a ripe lemon
to be slow-molded into energy –
dead loss becoming control.

I’ve travelled across countries
Looking for the warmth and belonging
I’ve always had within myself.

Leave your trail
Imprint your name
Form a reign
You will prevail