My Moon

You are like the moon

I know you will be in my life
As I know the moon will rise at night.
In my darkness you prove the light
But you slowly disappear each night
You start dimming, not shinning as bright.
Slipping away, but I know I can't change this.

it is out of my control
it is like the universe is taking part of my soul

Stay with me please don't go away
I dread dawn
Knowing what comes with the day
There is no one to protect me
Keep my demons at bay

Just when my world
My nights turn pitch black
The next you show a sliver
Yes, you always come back

You are my moon.

Monsters

Monsters.
They're real. I've seen them. I swear.
They live inside us and they fight unfair.

When monsters win they ride around victorious.
As a reminder that if we hide they will always find us.

Some monsters are bigger than others.
Like the one that paralyzes me and torments my mother
or that one who consumed and suffocated Heather.

Monsters don't make good company.
In fact they bring out everything that I despise in me.
Reminding me of my mistakes, shameful memories.

My monsters are real.
And sometimes they are strong
They whisper lies like "you can't hold on"

Sometimes my monsters win
but sometimes they lose.
Suffering their attacks, their mental abuse.
The kind with no physical bruise.

Monsters are mean.
Because they really dont care.
they strangle your hope and cut off your air.

Monsters. They are dangerous
because it's more than just a game they play with us. 

Miss Gray

Right now I feel like screaming
Faced with your stance of moral superiority 
Instilling on me, this stereotyped idea that you understand me
When was the last time you listened to me?
When did you stop to hear what I was actually saying?

You've categorized me into these pigeon holed ideas of what you believe 
Brushing off my substance
That being raised in your “conservative society” 
Has ruined me, I’m tainted by my upbringing

You ignore the irony
Thinking you’re intellectually liberated. 
But actually you’re a living hypocrisy 
Whose gratification will only come through being isolated

You don’t want coexistence and understanding 
You want to be the judge and determine the standard
And for those who don’t agree, then it’s fine to slander

You bug me. 
But yo'ure not worth the frustrated conversations
So I’ll sit silently
And practice my patience.

I am a Bird

Before I could fly I never would have thought I would dream for clipped wings

That I would desire the songs that the caged bird sings.  

Before I could fly, all I did was dream

I sat and imagined such wondrous things

I dreamt of the unknown, the adventure, the thrill

That I would change the world, as if there were a prophecy I was meant to fulfill

When I started to fly, I quickly wanted to soar

To leave my home behind, to travel more and more

But the farther I got the more I needed to rest

I longed for those days I spent dreaming in the nest

Birds are born to fly south, away from their home

But do birds ever return to where they were born?

I miss the calm, the ease of the days.

Where hours would pass softly in summer’s haze.

The world is so big, convoluted, complex

I’ve seen so much hate, and hurt with such harmful effects

The simplicity is gone

The love and compassion is few

Support systems are compromised

People’s self-interest has become toxic skewing my worldview

Peaceful birds are shot and killed

And their freedoms are torn from them against their will

It’s dangerous to be a bird

To sing the songs that have been left unheard

That now when I reflect I don’t know what I prefer

Because now I dream for those clipped wings

That my days would be filled only with my wondrous dreams.

My Angels

Lately I feel like my angels were listening too carefully

I feel like my angels are trying to humble me

I thought angels were supposed to guard me

Protect me

Walk next to me, kindly

But things that were supposed to be right are now terribly wrong

I’m looking for guidance but my angels are gone

My supports have crumbled my crutches have fallen

Angels, I don’t have wings to fly, have you forgotten?

Come back to me angels.

I need you.

Do you see what’s happened? What I’ve been through?

I can’t do this on my own

You’d said you’d never leave

That you’d always be here to me help me with whatever I need

Where did my angels go?

Where have they disappeared?

Everything is crashing down, breaking,

Now I’m facing all that I feared.

The strength that was once there is with my angels now

Somewhere hidden

Why cant i find you,,, Tell me. Who made this decision??

come back to me

please, just come back.
Angels, help me get my life on track. 

Good in the World

To be the good in the world
We must first be the good in the world

We must stop this culture of demanding love, innocence and faith.
Screaming “ive lost hope for humanity and the human race”
And then being the first one to chastise and ignore a welfare case.

These contradictions are twice as ineffective.
Because as soon as your love and charity become selective
You’ve lost.

We have to set a higher example.
To let good works have more weight than a promiscuous scandal.

To stop criticizing and blaming one evil
To not condemn but combat it. Because sitting back is twice as lethal.

We need to be the good in the world
For there to be good in the world.

We must show kindness and compassion
Too stop yelling and start speaking through our actions

We need to find respect and love blindly
To honor our neighbors and speak more kindly

Because we are all God’s Children
Therefore we must use the hearts and the hands we were given

To be the good in the world
Because there is has to be good in the world.

For Rachel

*****For Rachel Corrie****
Rahmatullah 'Alayk

It’s gotten to the point where I just don’t understand
I cannot comprehend how people still defend
This apartheid and injustice

Do people not know what’s going on?
That we give 23 million a day to sustain their bombs
That Americans are so focused on the security threat in Iran
That they don’t even bother to hear the truth anymore

Tell me. Please explain.
How can you cry for the machine gun and not the Palestinian?
Everyday these people suffer violent cruelty and lose loved ones

You can forget the religious debate you’re about to use
I’m talking about the unreported abuse that is ignored by our news.
The basic human right violations that are disregarded and inadvertently supported by Americans and her government.
That its own citizens go without protection

Rachel Corrie. Do you remember her?
The non-violent peace activist who was murdered
Today’s her martyrdom’s 10-year anniversary.
Her sacrifice breathes as a living memory.
Of the injustice and racist ridiculousness that is so openly practiced.

For all the martyrs the ones who have been murdered
For the collateral damage, the human shields.
The exploitation and abuse, for all the scars that will never heal

The truth, your sacrifice will be heard.
Because when people start to listen
When people begin to care
About humans as humans
When our ignorance and culture of being unaware ends.
Your death would have been for something.