fall in love.

I’ve got a task for you.

I need you to fall in love.

To want a crooked smile,

Which is more than a romantic cliché.

I want you to want the girl

who can't keep her nails polished

who can't keep her shoes polished

who can't keep her thoughts polished

who can't keep her words polished.

I want you to want the girl who

is afraid of a mouse but

can conquer a tarantula

in a single swipe.

Tackling the big questions

and ridding her mind of

the trivial problems.

I want you to love her spontaneous cartwheels.

You see, I want you to want

the girl who does handstands

because her eyes really see

 the world upside down and

she’s just looking for a little honesty.

If the world is going to lie to her,

at least her brain will no longer be deceptive.

Love the girl who has no idea

where to put the shattered

trophies of her past.

The girl whose faith has

often found her with few ally's.

I want you to need this girl.

Love the girl still sleeps with her teddy bear.

who dreams of a never-never-land

praying it will take her fear

for the future away.

Take this girl in your arms

and tell her it going to be

alright but don't you dare lie to her.

I want you to love this girl.

Whose doodles make her

feel like she's gained another

life channeled through her fingers.

As they create the shapes of her thoughts,

the paisley designs and angel wings

give her hope. Love her hands,

which  creates worlds and words in

simple complexity

Love the girl whose high hopes

and lack of strings detach her

from the world.

Love this girl who abhors matching

green with green and instead pairs

it with it's most distant cousin violet.

Need the girl whose pride has

kept her from love in the past.

She’s reaching for you.

Reaching high.

Love her strange faces,

Her odd noises,

the eccentric dancing.

Adore the girl with the 80's hair

 and the gray fairy boots.

Love all of her.

Love her distasteful humor

and her tasteful ambitions.

Love her inability to text you back

in a timely manner.

Love every last imperfection

regardless of where you lose count.

Love her chameleon nature to go

from the wallflower to the

obnoxious floral wall paper you

thought you had painted over.

You know what, never mind.

Love that girl,

Or don’t.

No opinions 

Need to coincides as

Long as she is on her own side.

creation.

How to we create ourselves?

We adorn ourselves in outlandish ensembles.

Finding the perfect symbol of our status

We learn the right things to like,

And nonchalantly act as if it's

Natural to be disguised

As the socially correct version of ourselves.

We can not show weakness

For fear our tears will become

Rain for our roots to deepen

And God forbid the unique knots that

grow give you true originality.

No no, we are taught to be tough

We are taught to be a certain kind of beautiful.

To put on a photogenic smile.

And keep your genuine one

Kept safely in your pocket

To be taken out only in times of

solitude for fear that it's

Crookedness might embarrass you

How do I create myself?

I smile, quite largely, as if no one is watching

I live to leave beauty behind

Where ever I go. A kind

Of a beauty that doesn't

Come from a painted face

But reflecting the beautiful

in you.

I live knowing that happiness

Is not a destination that we dream of going

some day as we point it out on a map.

I live knowing that happiness is a mood that

I create.

Yes this is how i create myself.

I live to find this state of being

In the most bizarre moments

I live to be exactly who I am

and love it.

this space.

This blog is all my poetry. Original. Mine.
Please enjoy.