Your intelligence isn’t measured by what you know, but by the questions you ask.
something I learned by observing my friend.
Tag: short poem
With each step we pass
Under every patch of grass
A multidimensional web of life
We can’t begin to grasp.
– By my beautiful friend, Sienna Valente-Blough
Japanese Cherry Blossom
porcelain skin–
your heart bleeds and
stains you pink.
anxiety haiku
i’m feeling too much
there is an overwhelming
pressure in my head.
You’re not falling, you’re flying.
my friend’s description of free falling
Once you learn to love and accept yourself unconditionally, everywhere becomes home.
i was looking for home everywhere but in myself
This must be hell– reliving my biggest mistake over and over again.
it doesn’t hurt any less with the passing of time
Key
The hinges of my heart scream
as you try to pry it open.
Haven’t you realized by now, my love,
that no key fits this lock?
That forcing it open will only
break it?
Sweet girl, who taught you that you are not worthy of your own love? Don’t you know that once you’ve realized your worth, you are infinite?
don’t let them hide you from your own light
We were never completely in sync. You were the lightning and I was the thunder: always right behind you, never quite fast enough.
you never walked next to me
Silenticel 