The poem is about A girl and she had a crush on this guy. But she doesn't think the guy loves him. So she left broken, unseen that the guy she loves doesn't love her. So now, with her broken heart, all she does is see him in the halls and say nothing; the love she had for him disappeared. But in the back of her mind, she always wondered did he liked her too, but he was too scared to say anything.

A very short story about my disliking of dandelions and the reasons why. I wrote this when I was 11 years old.

The Yew Seed Are her inner most intimate parts really poison? If I eat of her fruit will I Truly surely die? Why is her berry so pleasing to the Flesh as it moistens, And its fragrance arouses the most exhilarating sensations of carnal beastly highs. Is this Basic Instinct attraction Truly fatal That leads my gaze to below the navel As sharing/ Sharon her testimony uncrossing her thighs Induces nor-epinephrine, dopamine intoxication maybe to the Gateway of my demise, And leading to the doorway that turns my heart to Stone?

I’ve been breaking in silence for years. Now, with a life growing inside me, I’m holding on—just long enough to give him the light I never had.

I wish I could hear the walls. Maybe I'd be able to hear every unspoken word about me. Or maybe id be able to hear everything good about myself that people admire. The way my heart is bigger than my ego. How easily I give into love and how easily it is for people to let me go. But thats not very positive is it?

"I hope I never have to see their faces as they cry and mourn me. Because they never wanted to see mine as I called and reached out for them"

His Girl, Her Curse She danced in dusk like a flame in reverse, His girl now, bound by his curse. Eyes once gold now grey from the storm. A heart still beating, but far from warm. He kissed her crown, swore she'd be safe, But the things he promised are not what she is living today. She She was the storm in a summer disguise, A curse with a smile and fire in her eyes. He called her angel, soft and divine, But angels, too, fall out of line.

“What a blessing, and what a prison, to carry it all.” A quiet unraveling in the dead of night. For the overthinkers, the insomniacs, the ones holding everything together.

“What’s the point of loving deeply, if the ending always feels the same?” For the sleepless hearts still searching for meaning in the silence. A reflection on memory, regret, and the questions that never settle.

“You saw the rawest, most authentic version of me— and even that wasn’t enough to change you.” A poem about love that lingers long after the wound. For anyone caught between letting go and holding on.

A life with a hearing impairment that wishes or dreams of better hearing - If I could hear well, I would...

This poem is about the deep pain of losing your mom before you ever felt truly wanted or enough for her. It expresses the longing to be loved, the childhood struggle of trying to earn her attention, and the grief of never getting the chance to prove your worth. Now that she’s gone, you’re left with unanswered questions and a lingering ache, still hoping she would have seen the person you’ve become.

Navigating the complexities of grieving a loved one. The hurt never truly fades away, but in the end that's just the love that remains.

Written about an upcoming music artist who stands on what they say with actions to match. Always grinding to get where they want to be.

poem/letter to him that i really really wish he could read. it just describes why i broke up with him and why i didn’t tell him the actual reason.

This poem is a personal tribute to my mother, who passed away. It captures the pain of growing up without her and the questions that still linger about how life might have been different if she were still here. I reflect on the strength I had to build in her absence and the emotional battles I’ve faced alone. The poem speaks to the longing for her love, her voice, and the comfort only a mother can give. More than anything, it expresses the desire to feel like her child again, without having to be strong all the time.

This note tells the painful story of being cheated on by a narcissist. It reveals how the betrayal wasn’t just physical—it was emotional and psychological. The narcissist used manipulation, gaslighting, and blame to keep control, making the speaker doubt her own worth and sanity. Despite the lies and heartbreak, the poem is about reclaiming power. It shows a journey from deep pain to self-awareness and strength, ending with the powerful truth: the narcissist didn’t break her—he only revealed the cracks she would one day fill with her own healing and truth.

This spoken word poem captures the invisible struggle of living with inner pain and mental battles that others can't see. It explores the contrast between the way someone appears on the outside—smiling, surviving—and the intense, silent suffering happening within. The poem describes how mental and emotional wounds can feel just as real and damaging as physical ones, even if they go unnoticed. It's a powerful expression of what it’s like to fight daily with anxiety, trauma, or depression, while trying to appear “fine” to the world. In the end, it’s a cry for understanding, reminding others that sometimes the loudest pain is the one no one hears.

You Said Forever: You said forever in every note, every “I love you,” like a promise sealed in ink. But now, your silence speaks louder than all the forevers you once swore. I’m left piecing together a love that’s unraveling; trying to solve a puzzle you gave up on.

A Letter Never Sent, But Always Felt (Text Messages I Never Sent) So many times, I typed out my heart; paragraphs full of truth I knew you’d never read. Because silence from you is louder than any reply.