Your hate is like a caged bird on fire

Hate must come
From a place so deep inside
That you cannot escape it.

A spiralling black hole
That sucks you in
And once you tumble down
You can’t climb back out.

It comes from a place
That I never want to visit
A place I’ve heard of
But so far haven’t seen.

I will try to stay as far away
As possible.
Anger is not the same as hate.

Once you’ve done something like this
You can never look back
I hope you understand how terrible
How completely awful and evil
Your actions have been.

But I forgive you,
And I hope others can too.

I love so many people, so much.
I think I’ve come to conclusions
Of how great everyone is
Far too quickly.

I’ve been disappointed too many times lately..
Please don’t walk all over me,
You make me feel unsafe.

She made me so mad just now,
As I’m reading through your memories.
I was there when they happened,
But this time around they seem so pure.

You opened your heart to her
But she grabbed it selfishly
And tossed it aside.
I’ll pick it off the curb and hand it back to you.
I think it needs some time,
Before I could ever expect it to find me.

Your treasure chest of memories are cherished,
But I know they hurt you.
Maybe its time to throw away the key,
For awhile.

fresh air

The world seems new again when I think about you
Things I’ve lost don’t seem to matter.
The dawn is fresh and a new world awaits,
One I’m eager to step into.

Something about you is remarkably special
You embody an energy that is not of this earth.
Something I haven’t felt here,
But somewhere else.
Take me there again.

The sky looks extra blue today,
Let’s take a walk in its pulse.
The world can be put on pause
Because you mean more than I knew could be real.

I have this perfect memory of you,
and its all I want to remember.
You were this light shining in on my life,
Awakening a newfound sense of joy.

Such brightness can be felt from here.

some more garbage art

back to school

backpack makeover

the patch above is from the beehive design collective (www.beehivecollective.org), whom I love dearly.

thrift store finds