there’s a rose i know

she is beauty and grace,

but her thorns are deadly.

she is fragile and lively,

a song without singing.

she calls and no one 

listens. she cries and

no one hears. when she

smiles, her eyes glisten. 

and when she laughs

her heart tears. 

the streak of a star

soaring through the 

sky. the glow of the

moon, glowing bright

and high. the song

the wind makes as it 

pushes the clouds on

by, the everlasting kiss 

of the forsaken night.

doodles are the landscapes

of another person's mind. 

the twists and the swirls

entangled and combined.

another emotion sweeping 

through. scribble scribble. 

walking through the forest 

to a clearing just to scream.

the cry muffled by the wind 

and hushed by the trees. 

the animals scatter about,

stirred by the broken silence.

the ghosts of the forest

search for the one forgotten.

telling them it’s okay to let 

it out. so they did, and let

themselves sink into the 

ground. just another lost 

soul, already forgotten. 

just let the tide drag me

down to the bottom of the

the sea. to reach the darkest

places that you can’t see. 

that’s where the monsters

 live anyway, don’t they. 

aren’t dreams wonderful.

places you can create

and venture to without

ever leaving your home.

it’s like an escape some

could say. a way to get

away without someone

finding you, just your

own little world, all to 

yourself. to be happy in.

do you ever feel lost.

not as in not knowing

where you’re going,

but just the feeling of

not knowing at all.

that you’re in some 

paradox, where there

is no feeling, that you

just exist and that’s it.

for me it feels as if i’m

in the middle of an 

ocean, but it’s entirely

still. with the night sky

bright above me, and 

the sound of music

drifts through the water

quietly, reaching my 

ears as if the ocean

was in fact alive and

speaking to me ever

so slightly. telling me

about it’s wonderful

secrets, the darkest 

places to reach and 

some of the most 

beautiful things to 

ever see in a lifetime.

hope is a funny word.

when someone is full

of hope, they feel like

something right will

happen for them or

for someone else.

but what do the feel

when what they want

to happen doesn’t.

when their world starts

crashing down around 

them. when everything

goes wrong. would you

still want to be hopeful

even then. after all 

aspects of your life are

completely destroyed.

they say a smile can hide

so many secrets, and yet

everyone still doesn’t ask

why one is smiling. if there

is something wrong. when

someone smiles, another 

person just smiles back.

it’s just how we are. sharing

our deepest secrets, just 

through one simple gesture.