Hi

my favorite color is yellow
or at least it was until the world wiped the smile off my face and told me blue was more fitting

I always wanted blue eyes but I've ended up with a dizzy rainbow that never knows what color to reflect back into the world
I guess its pretty, but I still long for blue

I live in black jeans and sweaters, but its spring time and the sun burns the skin on my legs, begging me to change

I always wanted to be a princess, and my mom always told me I was, but I've never felt of too much worth in these polished hallways

there's a guitar up in my room that only stays in tune for 30 seconds
I guess it needs new strings
or maybe just a better home

I've always wanted to share my music, but when I sit down with my lyrics and reality I'm yet again convinced that people don't want to hear it

maybe you've seen it or maybe you haven't but I have almost no confidence in myself
I feel as though I'll always fail hard tests even though I pass every time
I think my sister's 4.0 just scares me

I think I'm a pretty good dancer, but when I'm next to girls who have been dancing since they were 2 I lose all balance and fall off the stage so they can show me how its really done

most people think I have a good belting voice, or even a good jazz voice and some even believe my best style is indie or pop
but my unchanged voice sounds a lot like Doris Day, and if you ask me, I love when I sing old Broadway songs, because I sound kind of really good.

I find the sound of the wind and rain as the best music this world could offer
and when the waves kiss the shoreline it makes me feel at home.

long drives and wind in my hair clears my mind and one day I dream of someone my soul will allow to join me and my late night excursions

my hair is naturally curly
if you brush it: naturally poofy
if its the second day after being washed: naturally stringy
but I think it fits me, it takes well to being styled and doesn't have to change if I just want to go out

my hands are big, but you'd only notice once you held yours up next to them

I'm tall and that's okay
yes, I hate it sometimes, but its brought me happiness I wouldn't have found otherwise

I love playing with kids and I think its because I understand them more than I'll ever understand people my own age
their hearts fly on the tips of kites and all of us seem to wear ours on our sleeves

I'm in love with being on stage but I don't know if I'm any good in the spotlight
I've only had that opportunity in youth shows

I believe in God and that won't ever change
my best friend is a prince and he knows everything I've ever felt
I love him 

I can count the people who have truly cared about me and who have listened to my soul on one hand
and that hand, I hold closer to my heart than life itself

I've never attempted, but suicide is an echo engraved in my mind and the actions have come dangerously close to my hands

I think I'm beautiful on the inside but my outside has never been categorized as apparent beauty in my eyes
sometimes I see it, sometimes I don't

someone called me a hipster once,
I don't really think anyone's a stereotype 'hipster'

I love dandelions
even though they're weeds
I believe that I love butter because yellow reflected on my chin when I'd hold the weed up to my face

my favorite flower is a yellow rose
and my smile widens whenever I see them bloom in my backyard

I love birds because their wings fly with freedom in their wake

I love music because it speaks to my soul and not just my mind

maybe you don't believe me, but I love myself
yes I don't always like myself
but I've learned that dislike never erased love

I think everyone deserves to be loved
unconditionally
no matter their actions

I believe that rainstorms are god's greatest symphony

I know I don't know everybody,
but every person I've ever met holds a piece of my heart
and I don't think that trend will change

I'm not popular
I'm not a nerd
I'm not a genius
I'm not perfect

Hi
 
I'm AndraLee.
 
and I think that's pretty okay

most of the time.


~AA

P.S. I'll never tell you

I hold the universe in my hands

But I still feel small in your arms

Your fingertips burn trails down my arms and encircle my waist

And maybe I shouldn't..

But I like it here

For the first time in my life, yes I feel small

But my heart feels safe


Your hand on my side and my head on your heart, lingering while life's movies played:

Intertwined we watched as walls were torn down, wars destroyed

And love healed.

We lost our souls in a daze from the stardust


As night kissed days shadow, I'd lean into you

Your heart would pound against the walls of your chest, begging you to let it out, then stiffen again

As if it knew I was listening


The stars slowly set as the stories come to an end

I fall asleep to the rhythm of your breathing and our heartbeats racing

Everything fading

Fingertips pulsing my plea

"Please don't go"

But your eyes are open and my side is cold and barren

And you left my heart right where it began

~JQP

an ode to insomnia

Night dreaming is hopeless

Put your faults to bed, darling

Don't let them hold you back

There's so much you could be seeing tonight

Layout under the full moon

Sleep through the days

Watch the constellations pass your eyes as the moon pulls the tide over your chest

Feel the canyon breeze and the midnight rain

Don't let the lightning keep you from laying on the forest floor among the wisest trees

Listen to the whispers of the meadows

Dance along the starlit streams

When you rest your head

Let the sunrise kiss you goodnight

Let the flowers wish you sweet dreams

Wake up to the sunset when your dreaming concludes

Let your eyes bring light to the darkest hours

Watch the black lake shine as it reflects the hope of the stars; spirits in the sky,

Wanderers who direct your dreams.

Swim by the sleeping cattails and lily pads

Sit in the willow tree

Swing on her branches

Watch the water by her side

See your light

Don't forget your reflection

See you

See beauty

See potential

See love

See eternity

I'll never forget the night I let myself see it-see me

I hope you see her too..

I hope you see you 

 

"Why do we measure the sky in angles when all the stars are merely brightly shining souls gone on to find peace- reflecting hope into our eyes? Look up; the sky is measured in love"

~JQP