RealTalk Poetry • The Depth’s Of Your Dreams

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You have nowhere to be
except the depths of your dreams.

Where life is perfection
and all that it seems.

Whether you’re asleep –
or awake.

In the night –
or the day.

Never stop dreaming.
Never let hope slip away.


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Love & Lust • Our Conversations Are Full Of Empty Words

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“I’ll backspace the lines I write about the things that keep me up at night.”

You’ll send me a straight forward text, “what’s up?”

My thumb will hover over the letters on my phone, aching to tell you about my insecurities, my fears, and my over-ambitious goals. I’ll erase the lines I write about the things that keep me up, the way I see the Universe, and the way my over-thinking [and my over-reacting] haunts me most in the dark.

I’ll plan my response should you ask about the first boy I kissed, why I wear socks in the summer, sit with my leg on the chair, or signal into parking spots. I wish I could tell you about the music I play on repeat. The poetry I recite in my mind, and the things that make me cry – every time I watch the news. 

I’ll think of what I’d say, should you ask me why I am the way I am.

Instead, our conversations are full of empty words.

They’ll keep up from growing and they’ll keep us from caring; but no differently will my stomach toss and turn as I take a deep breath and respond, “not much, you?”


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RealTalk Poetry • The Way We Must Grow

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I didn’t know life was supposed to hurt.

I thought you plant a seed,
and watch what blooms from the dirt.

But in order to grow –
you must learn of pain.

You must feel the sun
and you must face the rain.


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Mental Health • The Way Pain Lingers

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“Don’t say anything if you can’t understand the way pain lingers.”

You can explain it to them.

They’ll nod, clench their teeth and tell you they’re here for you. But every nod signals confusion. Their clenched teeth utter what they think you want to hear, and the things they think you want to hear – never are.

Still, you ask for their patience and their unconditional love, but every day you fear they’re ready to give up on you. “You seem so happy!” they insist.

But they can’t see the way your body aches, your mind numbs, or tears form behind your eyes. To them – your laughter seems sincere and your smile looks authentic, and to them – that’s enough. But we hate when people assume things just pass.

If you see me in a month, I might still be confused.

If you see me in a year, I might still be insecure. If you see me when I’m smiling, I might still be in pain. So don’t say, “still?” Don’t say “I thought you got over that.” 

Don’t say anything if you can’t understand the way pain lingers.


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RealTalk Poetry • No Need To Drop Something

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When you walk in a store,
you wouldn’t shatter glass.

When you see someone in pain,
you don’t imagine it will last.

But –

those who are broken
have no need to be dropped.

For you must see that they’re broken,
from their cracks –

bottom to top.


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