Poems

They say, whoever you think of when you stand in front of the ocean is the one you love. For a week I stood there. The sand reminded me of your skin. The sun, your smile. And the stars, your eyes. For a week I stood in front of all these beaches of different names, but I only read yours on every wave. No matter how far I sunk, or miles I overcame, or how restless I became, I stood in front of the ocean and I could not shake away the thought of you. I’m not sure if that means something is incredibly wrong with me, or something is perfectly right with you.

The biggest wall we have built in America is a wall of misunderstanding.

“You don’t know this but, when I talk to others and speak of you, they look at me like they could fall for you too.”

“Most crude people will use harsh syllables to punch their prey blind. Hug others with words, remind them that language can also be kind.”

“He’s a cutter 

carving images 

instead of crying. 

 

He’s a cutter 

but those knives 

aren’t the reason 

he’s dying.”

“Every single grain of sand is needed to form an entire beach. Just like every single billion of you is needed to salvage our humanity.”

A friendly reminder: 

What you think versus what someone else believes may not always be the same. There is passion in love just as there is passion in hate. What you choose to act on will reflect back onto you always.

“Sometimes, people in life will try to falsify your being. They will exploit your insecurities, make your wounds bleed. They will mock your voice until you choose to never speak. They will shut you down in fear you will rise up. They will tell you, that you are not you. As if a bird who can’t fly isn’t a bird. As if an artist without hands to paint isn’t an artist. In that case:

I’m not a writer.

I’m not a girl. 

I’m not a student.

I’m not a sister.

I’m not a daughter.

I am Nobody. 

But nobody deserves to be treated any less than a human.”

“Dear men, 

love her chaos 

for it is her calm.

 

Dear women, 

love his calm

for it is his chaos.”