Poetry, Written Words

That time of the month

It’s that time of the month
when nothing seems to go my way

When my hopes and dreams
seem further away than before

When the light is broken
and darkness surrounds me

It’s that time of the month
when getting up is harder
than falling asleep

When one word
can turn into tears
and one problem 
turn to a million

I see no end to this
but know it will be over
before the week ends

I see no solution
but know possibilities 
and happiness
awaits in the morning

That time will pass soon
this time will be great
and control will be in my reach
once more

Poetry, Written Words

Mirror

A mirror is like looking into a persons soul.
Their expression when they find one, will tell you everything you need to know.
Their mood, happiness and feelings, are measured by how that person in the mirror stares back at them. Are they happy? Sad? Fat? Thin?
A lot can be said about that person. A lot of words can be screamed. Not nice, not useful. Anything goes.

When I look into the mirror I stare. I stare for minutes, sometimes for hours. I look for answers. If the mirror can't tell me what's wrong, then no one can. If the mirror can't make me smile, then no one can.

I have tried loving it. Hating it. Breaking it.. but they're everywhere. Glass, water, reflections. They follow me around.
Look here, look there, I'm back again. Love me, notice me, look at me.

And I do. I go back every time hoping something has changed. Hoping something is new and better. But it never is. I guess I'll just have to live with it and smile back. Hoping.

It will all be okay.

Poetry, Written Words

Words…

I love how words can lift me up to the unknown parts of my brain.

I love how they make me tingle and dance in my dreams and belly.

I feel twisted, as if I’ve been twirled around all night by a cute smile.

My heart leaves bigger noises behind than normally.

My hair shines brighter and my mouth feels dry.

I lick my lips and smile knowingly.

I don’t know why, but I just know it.

 

Cloud-like walking on the bare ground, the air feels lighter and smoother.

Words can do all this.

We just have to let them sink in.

Truly read them and not just skim.

Believe and breathe them like a delicious ice creme melting on your fingertips.

Hurry before it’s gone.

Hurry before you give up and throw everything out of sight.

I see you.

I see you through the words you write to me, and the stories they tell between the lines.

About you and only you.

Words are beautiful.

Words are poetry.

We just have to put them together in the correct order.

Like lego pieces.

Millions of colors and shapes, but only one solution.

You found it.

You mesmerized me and made my feet stop and my eyes stare.

Fire and lighting behind me, but I see only the words.

Your words.

Your true self.