Tall trees leaning in to hold hands

Two lovers

Forming a lush green

Overlook

The sun peeks through

Where the leaves allow

This road sees so many

And I hope that they stop

And are thankful

For the lovers whose limbs

Put on display

The simplicity of nature

And it’s unbelievable grace.

For Sherrie

Teachers change lives

It’s inevitable

The question is will you change them for good

Or will your class be regrettable?

The choice is up to the teacher

Every day the good ones stand up and speak

They choose to be kind

to help kids understand how their brains are unique

And beautiful In their variety

With a voice to speak

They’re excited on a Monday when they really don’t mean it

And on Fridays with a smile it’s always see ya next week

But one thing every good teacher knows

Is that they Don’t just cover fractions and nouns but

how to get each kid to seek

Knowledge that serves their passions

Something no one can take away from them

Something that’s truly theirs to keep.

But Could you spot a bad teacher?

It isn’t always so clear

A lot of times they’re on pace

Meeting deadlines with good test scores

year after year after year

Their emails are always prompt

Their room is always clean

And when there’s a workday, they’re here

But that doesn’t mean

they get to the heart of it,

Or that they’re sincere

The good ones do all the same stuff

“D. All of the above”

But make no mistake

Their first learning target is always love

For each kid that may not get it at home

For each kid who gives you drawings you promise to never get rid of.

And when two friends are fighting

and hurtful words lead to a push and a shove

They don’t ad fuel to the flame

But guide them to forgiveness

With The peace of a dove

So at the end of the day

When you’ve done everything you could

When your feet are cramping and hurting from how long that you’ve stood

When you’ve criticized yourself and questioned your gift

way more than you should

I hope you know that when you

click on your turn signal

and turn into your neighborhood

That as long as those kids leave

Knowing that their loved

That their heard

And understood

You should never ever doubt it-

You changed their life for the good.

It’s pretty damn cold over here

Sitting on ice

Waiting for you to decide

When the time comes that

my love will suffice.

But

I’ve been inside

Mentally not physically

Taking stock of what’s on my mind

The trauma the hurt the joy the intricacies

The messages I got that stunk of

Inconsistency.

I cleaned them

Sorted them

Labeled them

Loved them

Forgave them

And I forgive myself

And now I don’t need to be kept cool

I refuse to be put on a shelf

I am worthy

Of love

Deserving and capable

As much as I thought I wanted it I don’t need to be with someone else

I have opportunity

with no end in sight

Im like a puppy on the porch

bathing in warm sunlight

After being burdened and blanketed by the darkest and coldest of nights

That I told myself I deserved

And I didn’t even put up a fight.

So I don’t need to be kept on ice

I know that for my twin flame

My love will do more than suffice

It will ignite

Strengthening the flame and increasing the light

That guides our path

Adding heart and life to every word

That I write.

So I’m gonna get off this ice and put some in my glass

Despite the fact that it’s been warmed by my ass

I show up for myself

I sit on no shelf

Im giving confidence, king

And away I cast

The feelings of being unworthy

The rejection of myself

The negative self perception

And depression itself

I love my future and embrace it

I wonder what it will bring

Let what comes in come in

and if it doesn’t,

ignore the sting

Because I am my own universe

I am the queen and king

So even if the music hasn’t started yet

It doesn’t matter

Because I love myself and know my worth

I’m ready to sing.

– ghostfacepoet

Sometimes I feel

that we’re like a field of young trees

freshly nestled in the dirt

by loving but imperfect hands

we sway with the wind

cautiously yet bravely

because we’re more sensitive to it

than most.

We’re wary of falling

and though we are young we know certainly

the danger of storms.

Yet we continue to turn our gaze

to the sky

planting our feet firmly

deeply

into the security of our home

in the hopes that our best days

are way ahead of us.

I won’t settle.

Because I know that there is a soul

Whose energy compliments mine

Whose radical empathy can’t be confined

Whose vibration is entwined

With a spirit divine

Who is graceful and poignant

(Depending on the wine)

A soul

whose laugh always rhymes with mine

whose heart beats with life in

such a familiar rhythm

And eventually I’ll see that

it’s because it beats in time

with mine.

So I won’t settle.

I’m looking for only you in a crowd.

I mean for god’s sake,

We see the world in the same way

Our ears hear the beautiful melodies that are being composed

bold and proud

from the ashes of houses we had to burn down.

Because my soul’s been on a journey

And is finally finding respite

So fuck it if I’m talking too loud

Because for the first time in my life

I don’t have to be quiet right now.

I have chosen me

In my quest to find you

and I know that when we do meet

after the pleasantries

we’ll exchange numbers.

Without a shadow of a doubt I know

that with you I will never have to go without

So I hope one day that you text me

to tell me to look at the sky

because I was the reflection that you saw in the rays of the sun

and the hues

that they cast on the clouds.

-ghostfacepoet

I could write until the end of the universe

trying to describe you.

Word after word,

Line after line,

Filling notebooks and journals

with simile

metaphor

description

and rhyme.

I could compare you to anything- committed

to a degree unknown by the human mind.

Pen after pen bleeding sacrificially

the smell of ink flowing with thought and word

through eras of time.

I could tell a million stories!

Simple ones with funny characters

or maybe a complex thoughtful allegory.

My parables and fables are quite charming

my wit is sharp and disarming

As I aim to alleviate the pain

of your emotional scarring

I record in past, present and future tense

with twists turns and mystery so please read because

I promise it won’t be boring.

But having being blessed with an exception

to the laws of time

Aging bothers me not

as I feverishly jot

Trying to coin the perfect phrase

Or the most beautiful and elegant sentence

Ending in a single, simple dot.

As the cosmos and eternity pass me by

I worry that I’m missing my shot.

Because of the gravity of the task at hand!

And to be honest?

It’s kind of tough.

Not only is my hand cramping,

But I’m starting to wonder if my words are,

…. I don’t know,

Up to snuff?

Because even if I wrote until time was no more

And when reality resigned

she took with her all of my stuff

except my pen, my desk, my book and my thoughts

I would still come up short

because there is no more accurate description

of you

than this hypotheticals polar opposite-

“You are enough”.

– ghostfacepoet