Lean on me, when gravity’s gone.

I know that this is consuming, like a black hole in outerspace.
When all of the stars run away.
And your out of your orbit.
I promise you, that you still have a place.

And,

Speaking of place– where is it that you keep special things?

Next to your mirror, so you see them when your feeling low?–or just want to go

Or in your top drawer — so you always know exactly where they are?

Go to your ‘special place’– and find the letter I type for you, on that old writer.

Now– read it twice.

Once– quietly in your head

And again– out loud, with a brave face.

——-

And now that your done, burry your face in your pillow and scream at the top of your lungs.

It’s okay not to be okay. And you know for fact, that I’ve also felt that way.

WE are living proof that, your never alone.

You’ve picked me up from ruins and rubble; and been there faithfully to rescue me from trouble.

Times get tough, and so do people–

And so, will, You.

Xoxo

-G

Advertisements

would’ve; should’ve, could’ve;

What would you tell me, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Would you yell at me and tell me how frustrated you get with me, and how you don’t ever understand why i cant open my mouth wider with the truth.
Would you tell me how much you’ve adored my stinky feet and morning breath, And how you couldn’t ever imagine your life without me.
What would you tell me, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Would you tell me about your favorite memory, or would you tell me about something you wished we would have changed.
Would you tell me how excited you were for your future without me, or look into my eyes and admit that some things aren’t forever;

What Would i tell you, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
I’d tell you that dreams are huge and ideas are small; But not a single seed would ever grow the first time you gave it water. Care for your tender ideas, and grow a Dream.
I’d tell you how many pieces of pasta comes in a box, because its the little things that should have mattered. Cavatappi.
What would i tell you, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Id tell you that hearts are sacred, and even if you don’t have the same one as someone else; doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have love for their type of heart too.
Id tell you that ceilings can crash down on your world if you let them, but ceilings are such a small restraint on futures;
Id tell you to be brave and take a step outside even if you cant go all the way, smell hope and adventure for beautiful things.
I promise you that no matter how much your world shakes, The sky will never crash down on you.

Could you tell me, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Could you tell me that its okay not to fit together perfectly, and someday we might both find a better match.
Could you tell me that even broken hearts deserve to love others; especially yours.
Could you tell me, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Could you tell me what my password was, and if you’d always remember it
Could you tell me how to face my fears.
Could you tell me, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Could you tell me that you’d love me forever
Could you tell me that you’d miss me more?

What would you tell me, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Would you tell me that it didn’t have to be like this,
What Would i tell you, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Id tell you that i’m sorry, and ill miss you more,
Could you tell me, if this was the first; Last time we’d meet?
Could you tell me, do you have any Regrets;

‘Write a poem about’ — Music

Sometimes when I listen to you, I can only hear your melody. Other times when I listen to you, I can only feel your rhythm. And Sometimes, Very rarely, I can hear every B note in your orchestra. It’s Monumental, You’ve put all of this together for me. You are always in perfect tune, And I am a high pitched, Sharp string, as it slowly curls up to my tuner pegs. I am lost for notes, And it was almost time for my first instrumental. That’s why U always left the sounds to you, Because beautiful sounds will always be more popular. I cant begin to try to improve, I’m supposed to be like you. Hear sounds when I look at ink blobs on paper. I’m supposed to think 10 steps ahead. How do you change a rhythm when your already on a roll. I was taught never to fix a broken thing; Because if you do you’ll be out of tune, And everyone will know your secret soon. You aren’t a rhyme or a reason, You are the sweetest sounds of every season.

Sometimes when I listen to you, I can only hear your melody. Other times when I listen to you, I can only feel your rhythm.

‘Write a poem about’ — Spring

It’s the only thing my depression never wants me to experience again. It’s a time when I know exactly what I’m worth and I’m always ready for adventure. For once I get to feel more than just budding; Please hurry soon and let me show you my full potential. Shortly I’ll be flowering, Look how beautiful I can be. I am new, And Fresh, A perennial ready to impress. But if you love a flower, Let it be; And yes that’s including me. I am Primrose in full bloom, And I swear to you, I am so much more beautiful with my roots in the ground. For, If you love a flower let it be; For if you don’t; It dies. And Dead would be me. Although I would love to be in a vase and bring joy to your loved one; Its seed time. Plant some of me into a pot, Take care of me well and I promise I’ll grow. How I long for this time of year, You’ll never know.
It must be– A Spring Thing.

‘Write a poem about’ –The Ocean

She pulls me in with her sea songs, Her Whale calls, And her Golden Diamonds that glisten in sun; And warm my feet when I smell salty water– Run.
She plays games with me. Sometimes she ties me up in her tides, And keeps me close, And spins me around until I’m dizzy; And then she passes me along to the Current.
It takes me moments to notice I’ve been passed along; It’s actually really hard to keep track of her. Like Sirens, She sings to me; Her Sea Songs. Between her voice and the sounds from billows of waves crashing to the surface; She’s the conductor of her own symphony. She owns every sound she needs for a performance. Even the wind joins in; He is her Tenor, He whistles deep. Sometimes the sun joins in too; She Whistles like a high soprano as shes offing in the distance– Night Fall is near.
I go swimming with her.
She always gives me back to the shore.
The Ocean and I– Have become acquaintances for sure.

48 hours; No Less;

In 48 hours time; No Less;
And she somehow hopped her way into his head;
And soon she’ll sweet talk her way into his arms,
And not long after that,
She’ll show up inside his pants.

In 48 hours time; No Less;
Im outside the Ball room–
Watching them dance.
It’s so Sweet to find love,
But she’ll never compete with a love like mine.

In 48 hours; No Less;
Gone like a ghost,
At the drop of a hat,
Someone nice, In so little time?
Please tell me, You don’t fall for that.

In 48 hours; No Less;
48 hours, a couple more, a couple less.
No matter, Quick women are only temporary,
Too quick to impress.

She wont ever compete with a love like mine.
How ‘nice’ is 48 hours; A couple more, A couple less;

Hello Night;

Hello Night.., I’m Awake.
And all alone with the slat board sealing, room without feeling. Here we go again; The clock moves so slowly, Analog. I Hate working out, Night time jog; my body is stationary but my brains probationary. Why are there so many rules?

Hello Night.., I’m Awake.
Who do you think you are, trying to dictate my life; tell me when to sleep? So pitiful, You seem to have forgotten about her and her magic.
She pulses through my veins like lighting bolts; Voltage.
She keeps me up at night, Writing letter to myself; No postage.
Its a mental disease, These words I need to breathe; High Dosage.

– – –
Hello Night.., I am Awake.
I can see right through your tale, That was a funny book; But you wrote it for children, And forgot the hook. I bet they don’t want it. Your Vernacular is impulsive; Where the fuck is your forethought? That’s a dumb idea anyways, Why don’t you sleep on it and try again in the morning. That’s a lousy idea for a book,.

Hello Night.., I’m Awake.
It’s been a long day. All work and no play. Maybe some work and some play. Or was it work harder, Screw smarter;; Or maybe the other way around. That’s got to be it. I know it’s late, But my mental is fit. Shes damaged a bit, but i know that she still works. I talk to her sometimes to convince myself I’m feeling fine. Where do these voices come from? Sometimes I’m all alone, And feel like a bum. But once in a Super Moon, They come out to make shadow puppets with me. I listen to them laughing in my ears, They act out night terrors; Its been the same ones for years. I can even close my eyes and still see them. Sometimes i think id be better off alone; But then i think that id miss them.

Hello Night..,
I remember being young, And afraid of you. There are monsters under the bed, They are so close, You’d better run and jump into bed, They’re coming and trust me, They will catch you;; But not until you’re grown.
I remember being young and hating you, I’d have to say goodbye to my real friends who actually played with me and settle to lay with you. Its too cold to be on top of the covers, You forced me to get under. But even the first layer was too much to bear. Screaming for help in the middle of the night. Nightmare, Nightmare; Get me out of there.

Hello Night..,
I remember loving you. When it was summer time and i could sit outside and talk to the moon. It always comforted me ‘Don’t worry, The sun is coming, I promise she’ll be here soon’.

Hello Night..,
What do I do when the Moon is on the other side of the roof and I can’t see her? I know she wants to talk to me but I can’t hear her. Is the sun still coming, How much longer?
– – –
Hello Morning..,
I knew you didn’t forget about me. I’m so happy to see your face. Please don’t ever leave again; Sometimes I cant stand this place. Night is so rude, I asked him where you we’re and he laughed in my face. I Can’t believe you came back. Let’s go make shadow puppets on the driveway in the sun; This way we can see where we’re going if we have to run.

Hello Night..,
I remember being young, And afraid of you. There are monsters under the bed, They are so close, You’d better run and jump into bed, They’re coming and trust me, They will catch you;; But not until you’re grown.

re; re; re; lapse/

And what if the relapse was the sweetest thing you’ve tasted; Since him?

And what if everything tastes sweet, But there’s a rock in the road and you don’t know how to jump over it, you’re uneasy on your feet; You fall down and skin your knees. Now that your down on the ground, It’s time to relapse; The devil’s been waiting for you. He knew again, You’d meet.

Your good at playing pretend. Because foundation hides all of those dark circles, Your jeans cover up your shaky skinned knees; And Thank goodness for sleeves. Your arms are disgusting. With all of those scratch marks on them, And those silly red lines. Why are you looking for attention.

We get it, We get it. He’s the best thing to ever happen to you. We know, We’ve heard it a million times, and seen it plastered up on social media; A million more.

 

Too bad he decided to close the door. And your outside.

But hey guess what, It could have been worse. He could have never texted you in the first place. You could still be outside hiding under a rock smelling for smoke, Hoping to god that you’d find a trail that would lead you straight to him.

But hey guess what, It could ave been worse. He could have flat out looked you in your face and told you to fuck yourself. But in the end, you couldn’t do that anyways, Your body was made for him. Your the owner of this palace; The only one with a key being him.

But hey guess what, It could have been worse. He could have laughed at you for even trying at all. Your attempts are sub par, Drab, And a waste. I really wish we could just run, far away; Fuck this horrible place.

Relapse is one of my best friends. The second i think we’ve finally grown apart; She comes back to visit me. She must have felt it; Us drifting, Change of heart.

 

She catches me during my lowest times. When I’m low and just want to go, To sleep. She crawls into my head and swirls around, She plays catch with my sheep.

 

And what if the relapse was the sweetest thing you’ve tasted; Since him?

And what if everything tastes sweet, But there was a rock in the road and you didn’t know how to jump over it, you’re always uneasy on your feet; You fall down and skin your knees. Now that your down on the ground, It’s time to relapse; The devil’s been waiting for you.

He told me to tell you, Ge used to defeat. He told me to tell you, Welcome home relapse; I’ve missed you so; I knew that, Again we’d meet.

 

Red-Yellow-Blue;

If you were You, And I were me. Do you think the same place, We would be?

And what if I am me, And You are You. The same things, We would do?

But You’r not You, And I’m not me. Times have changed, Filled with rage; We’ve got these broken hearts to un-cage.

Deep Deep down You are You, And I am Me.

But I am so sorry, And You are So afraid. I’ll prove it to You. And You can prove it to me.

Time heals everything, Or that’s what they say. But with you it’s all different. I see so many shades. To Hell with Red, Yellow, Blue; Everywhere I look; The shade I see is you.

What’s your favorite color? Is it ME or is it Blue.

We’ve got to learn to let go of the sad times. The only thing that matters NOW, In this life; Is Me; And You.

If You let go of Blue, I’ll let go of Blue too. I can’t imagine my life without color; But then again it’s been gray- wash for so long; But I still know my favorite color is you.

Blue days, Blue haze, I am so done with these Blue ways.

Blue is beautiful, But so am I, So are we, So is You, And so is She.

Time heals everything, Or that’s what they say. But NOW everything is different. I see so many shades. To Hell with Red, Yellow, Blue; Everywhere I look; The shade I see is us.

 

 

 

;

Here we are. In the whirlwind again. This is our second chance at the first time of our lives. I hope you feel positive things; I can now let go one of my reasons to die.

My anxieties always get the best of me. I’ve been festering on this mess; And planning everything out for the first time i’d get to see you again. My diet for the day, How I wanted you to look at me, some jeans; Or a dress.

Now that the first day of our life has officially been given to us; I don’t know what to do with it. I want to learn every back alley about you, Every path less taken; I am the traveler, This is finally a reality.

I feel like a first grader, Sitting in her bed trying so intensely to get down on paper what she’s got swirling in her head.

Truth is, Theres only a few things Going round and round.

I think about You, I think about her, And I think about my bed.

If only we could manage to get those three things together to mend. Im ready for this, I don’t want the future to come too quick; Because these feelings shouldn’t ever end.

Here we are. In the whirlwind again. This is our second chance at the first time of our lives. I hope you feel positive things; I can now let go one of my reasons to die.