Hold On

Hold on, 

because one day you will be the greatest. 

and no amount of sad days and and sorry people can stop you.

because you are loved,

dear,

remember that.

and know you are seen

and you will continue to be seen

and you will continue to be loved.

and forever your name will echo through a legacy of loved ones.

don't stop trying. 

don't you ever stop trying

 because I am counting on you.

and when you feel like giving up

remember that

someone needs you.

I need you.

and when the days get darker,

and darker,

and darker.

and you feel you are at your lowest point,

remember why you stayed strong for so long

and never doubt why

 and if you can't do it for yourself,

do it for her,

for him

for them,

for me,

please

do it for me.

and when you feel like letting go

just know that I will be there

Holding on 

Never letting go.

 

How to Keep Moving Forward

How to Keep Moving Forward:

Don't look back on the silly things,

because that's all they are,

silly.

Be kind to those who are wrong,

because one day they will get it right,

and you will be there when they do.

Constantly look for good in others.

because no matter who they are,

there is good.

and if you look for it 

and you truly see it,

It will show.

Surround yourself with those you love,

because you will gain precious memories

and those will only stay.

Be content with yourself.

Be proud of who you are. 

because after all

you will be with yourself for the rest of your life

so you might as well like who you are.

If you happen to skip a few of these

that's okay.

Because at least you're trying

and others will notice 

and take it to heart.

Because in the future,

You will laugh about those silly things,

and when you are wrong,

you will have plenty of people

to celebrate the time you get it right.

and those people will only see good in you

and there will be those who need you

and you will be there

to surround them,

to love them.

and those moments will last forever.

and lastly in doing these

you will learn:

to love yourself.

to love life.

to move forward.

Angel Bones

Once,

A long time ago

I told myself that I was an angel.

Because I had these bones
That would come out of my back

and that's where my wings would've been.

so I believed it.

and I prayed to God 

 Saying "thank you for giving me this"

....

But as time went by,

My body grew out of its wings

and my brain knew better

Than to call myself an angel
Just because I could pop my shoulder blades out.
I started down the boardwalk to reality

and from there,
 I went on knowing I was a human.

Mortal.

Nothing more.

...

but one day

On a normal day

I did something out of the ordinary.

I stuck the bones out of my back,
just to remember what it felt like
to be an angel.

it was like greeting an old friend.
and I realized
 that even though I am not an angel,

that does not mean that

I cannot be a

Godsend

..
And in that moment
I hoped for my own Godsend.
Because I needed someone,
Something
to believe I was special

.

Bricks and Carpet

Watching the trees in the park from my bedroom window, I hear the house softly sleeping; creaking along with the bustling cars and timid songbirds. In a city where the size is feeble, but the evenings are brilliant. Quite similar to that of a beach evening ending. But what do I know about the city that has taken up Friends, Neighbors, Lovers.

I am happier here spread out with my eyes closed. I feel I might celebrate the things that make me happier, but should I wake I fear I may no longer be happy.
So I cast my mind back to yesterdays thoughts, because I am much safer there than in the present. I remember how I did my best to be polite on numerous occasions, but I suppose I could have tried harder.

As the sun peaks through the window, I wonder about my approaching life. Will I be laying here
5 years
10 years
20 years down the line?
I'll be here staring at the same trees puzzled by love and life. It will be interesting to see if anyone remembers the words I said that I didn't get quite right. And I suppose the world wont be springing out of its bed just to accommodate me.

Who knows, maybe I'll end up owning the city.
or sleeping under the trees at the park.
And would the dogs keep me awake
or would I keep them asleep.
or perhaps I would have the sense to move back home.

or maybe I shall build a home,
out of bricks, carpet, love and all those other things needed for a home.

but I've strayed off the subject,
I'm slowly stretching to be rid of the mornings ache and dull senses. And I'm happy because I wont be taking anything too seriously.

3:24 AM

3:24 am is for the lonely.
For the boy that feels nothing,
And for the boy that feels everything.
It's for the people who feel sad inside,
For reasons unknown.

It is not for those who have it all.
Those who have a knowledge of where they are from,
and where they are going.

It is not for the wealthy or famous,
and it is definitely not for the remembered

It is for the forgotten.
For the fleeting thoughts that finally mean something.
For reminiscing the sweetest sentiments.
For the newly discovered love,
For the feeling you can't shake,
And for those who can't get it right.

and lastly,
it is for Charlie Laurent.

Who wants to be remembered.

Everywhere Yet Nowhere

In class, We were asked the question

"Is love real" 

I saw one girl immediately shake her head.

She's had some rough spots I imagine. 

but at least shes got an answer for herself.

I had to think.

I am not qualified to write about love, 

but I can at least try.

Love is when I told her that 

there were other things we needed to find

before we found each other. 

Because,

Love is everywhere yet nowhere,

and we get lost in it too easily.

and if we can't find ourselves,

how can we find love.

Continually we search for something, 

something better than what we have, 

not noticing  that  maybe

what we need, and

what we want are

different.

Failing to see that 

what we have

is searching as well.

searching for someone,

Someone who can actually see them.

but we are blind.

and

our love is blind too.

and we crave this idea of discovering someone who will love us,

because we can't love ourselves..

I cannot deny that love exists, neither can I prove it.

However I can say that I have felt something
that people would liken unto love.
and some would claim otherwise,

But whatever it is,
the things my heart feel are real,

and they should be treated as such.

And the things my heart has to say,

are too big to be kept inside the small corners of my mouth.

And the things my heart knows,

are too magnificent to be put down in words.

My heart knows love.

It may not know 

how to, or

what to, or 

who to love.

But it knows love.

and even still,

For the longest time,

I've told myself:

love is a myth.

but then I remind myself

some myths are real,

and that is what some loves are.

real.

Faux

"Clone,
caught hold of your flood lung,
harbour your ‘someone',
prevent me.

Shown,
you swoon in your lace run,
brooding, a quilt tongue,
pining me.

Calm, 
clot, cold, and bleed

Bone,
pull over your midriff,
labour your inches,
widow me.

Hone,
all crimson and hinges,
tarot and itches,
corner me.

Faux 
shot, sold and bleed

Cower all your cinders, fake us
bower in your shivers, shake us"

-Novo Amor

My Heart Doesn't Run on Batteries

I am not a robot

I know because I have the capability to love,

and not just to be loved.

I am Human

I know because my heart doesn't run on batteries,
but it still need time to recharge.

I am not a robot,

I know because wires bend,

and although my heart is wired,

It can only break.

but it can mend.