Through Someone Else’s Eyes


Quote: Nathaniel Hawthorne, most attributed to JRR Tolkien Photo:

Let me tell you some things I believed in:

I believed that people who dream
are the ones who survive the world.
I believed that love is given freely,
and that it can never run out.
I believed that we all
have the ability to change lives,
so small things matter.

And then, I met you.
Let me tell you about the things you showed me:

You showed me that dreams are for sleeping,
and that it has no place in reality.
You showed me that love is currency;
you need to prove your worth to have it.
You showed me that lives can be changed,
but people forget the good and remember the bad.

And then, things are different.
Let me tell you how hard I tried to see the world through your eyes:

I saw the shattered spirits of former dreamers
who allowed the world to break them apart.
I saw the romantics who sold their souls
for people who told them they were not enough.
I saw people who are much too unhappy,
too angry, too discontent,
and who blamed the world for the bad.

We have a world full of problems.
And the problem is that this is our reality:

We have artists who stick to jobs
they can never be passionate about
because the world shatters creativity.
We have dating sites
Full of empty kisses and one night stands
for romantics who are too afraid
to get their heart broken for love.

And we have nations
shouting foul and screaming bloody murder
for things we can’t interpret as good or bad.

We are but a speck in this amazing vastness.
And we forgot the good things
we were supposed to be grateful for.
Like we forgot the bad things
We were supposed to fight against.

We forgot that dreams helped us envision,
and logic made them come true.
We forgot that love and hate
equally moved mountains
so we have to choose which way to go.

And most of all,
we forgot how small we are
against the universe,
but we have the power to hold infinity
at the palm of our hands.

So believe in dreams
But don’t let go of reality.
Give love freely
But don’t be imprisoned by it.
Lives change daily.
Inhale the good, exhale the bad.



Shattered Glass

You think you can love her — you can’t
Run fast before you fall, her chocolate eyes
Won’t be worth the agonizing pain
That you will have to endure.

You will want to hold her
As she cries her heart out
Onto the pavement — don’t.
There is nothing you can do.

She doesn’t need you to save her.
She’s protected by her walls
And bandages she is wrapped in
So you can never come too close.

Don’t let her crimson lips
And wide, open smile fool you.
The glittering look is only on her cheeks
And eyelids — you can only see shallows.

Take a second glance
She’s not a girl you can love
She’s all anger and pain
And a terrible, broken sadness.

You can’t love the girl
Who chained herself to nightmares
Heart-wrecked in a million pieces
Maggots eating her away inside.

She’s shattered glass
You’ll find pieces of her around you
But don’t try to put her back
She will never leave you the same.

Run before you fall,
There is no way to save her
But there is time to save yourself
From unnecessary pain she’ll cause.

You don’t need nightmares
And corpses under your sheets
And you don’t have to watch
As she self-destructs into oblivion.

Because broken girls with broken souls
Cannot love and cannot be loved
And you cannot save the princess
When she’s too far gone.


100 Words: On The New Harry Potter Era

Remember when we held hands

Our hearts in our throats

Tears in our eyes?

We knew for certain an era

That connected us,

Brought us together

Finally came to an end.

Seven books

Eight films

Ten years.

And we cried as we watched

The last of it.

Fade to black

Closing credits

Hedwig’s song

Bidding us adieu.

It was the end of our childhood

As we knew it.

Goobye, wizarding world

Thanks for the magic.

But the magic is back on screen

In a book.

In theater

Lighting our hearts again.

But you’re still gone.

And I’m still here.



Three Things I Know To Be True

[This is the piece I wrote during an Intro to Spoken Word workshop I went to at East, West, earlier today. The theme was arrival and departure.Edited with consideration of the constructive comments from the group. Enjoy. 🙂 ]

“Once upon a time, I met a boy.
There wasn’t much to him.
He doesn’t particularly stand out from the crowd.
He’s smart, but not a genius,
He’s talented, but not a prodigy.
In fact, he was so painfully simple
And so achingly ordinary
You would probably forget him
Soon as he turns away.
But I saw his eyes, and in his eyes,
I saw my world.”

There are three things I know in my heart to be true:
One, I loved you.
Two, I still love you.
Three, I will always love you.

You were every love cliché I ever read:
The butterflies in my stomach,
The blood pumping in my veins,
The every thought rushing in my mind.

You were the love story I wanted:
The goosebumps in my skin,
The rush of wind under my wings,
The scorching fire in my blood.

You were the love I wanted.
The love epic stories are made of.

And one day,
When my children and grandchildren ask
About the greatest love I’ve ever had,
I will tell them about you, and who you were to me.

I will tell them about the boy
Who looked at me like I was the one who hung the moon.
I will tell them about the boy
Who held me like I’m the world —
vulnerable and fragile and strong.

I will tell them about the boy
Who loved me so true
The boy who made me feel love
When love was not something I knew.

But the world — the world is such a shitty, shitty place.
Because of all the things it took away
It took away the greatest,
Most epic love I knew.

So when my children and grandchildren will ask one day
What happened to the love that got away,
I will smile and tell them
That things just happen.

Because you were my moon
My sun, and my stars
And more than that,
Honey, you were my heart.

There are three things I know in my heart to be true:
One, I loved you.
Two, I still love you.
Three, I will always love you.

But for all the love we used to have
Things changed, and my world
No longer spun the way it did
When I was with you.

You were every hatred in every story that I’ve ever read
The bottomless pit in my stomach
The anger in my veins,
The every murder I committed in my mind.

You were every villain’s death I ever wanted
The presence that made the hair stand at the back of my neck.
The ice that ran in my blood,
The merciless sun that crumbled my wings
When I wanted to fly.

You were the love I wanted
The love epic stories are made of.
But honey, we were naive
Because even epic love stories have endings.

We saw ours coming a mile away
We refused to accept it
Until fate, cruel fate tore us apart
Leaving me with this angry, sad hole in my heart.

It’s been a few years —
I don’t know where you are,
Who you’re with
What you’re doing.

I don’t even know who you are anymore.
It’s sad, isn’t it when someone
You used to know at the back of your hand
Becomes just another face in the crowd?

My love, so many things went wrong with us
But we know fires that burn twice as bright last half as long,
And we burned ours to the ground
A long, long time ago.

But when someone asks me
Of the greatest love I knew,
I will share with them
The story of me and you.

My love, it has been so long,
But I stand here knowing three things.
I will always love you.
I still love you.
I love you.