a poem. I mostly write because I feel something. I hope something I felt can make you feel something too.

Does life grab you by the balls, the tail, the ear? Or can it be a mason jar full of lost marbles? It’s not until they throw the book at you; to understand no one’s reading from script

​We've got some stories, you and me... Tales of chaos, close escapes. This is a tribute to the love forged not in safety, but in fire. It's about a loyalty built on the dirt-packed ways, through bending luck and changing shapes. Outsiders only see the dust, but we know the truth: every close call, every storm, was a hammer strengthening a bond written in lightning strikes. This is a promise: "I'm your ride or die, and that's the only truth I'll show. #Poem #NotASaferLove #RideOrDie #ChaosAndCloser #Loyalty #WrittenInLightning #Soulmates

Based on the picture alone, this poem is based on cats. Cats are fun, weird, cooperative, cute, funny, and so many other things we can think of. The poet of the poem has a strong spiritual and emotional connection to cats. In the poem, there is a strong affinity and opinion towards cats. Have you ever heard that people have a stronger sense of love and affection towards animals rather than other humans, even if they are nice humans? Have you ever thought to yourself how an animal can be significant in the life of an individual rather than with another human individual? This poem sparks these ideas indefinitely. As a lover of animals and he hopes you, the readers, are, too, he gives this voice to the cats in the poem. Cats as well as other animals cannot speak in a language we can understand. Nevertheless, they have something to say. In this strong sense, the poet acts as an advocate for animals. As mentioned, he gives his personal opinion and thoughts on them. Hopefully, you will enjoy

“Starborn Cipher” explores the loneliness and wonder of deep space through the lens of a traveler who discovers a mysterious cosmic message woven into starlight. The poem blends science and myth, using nebulae, comets, and quantum signals as symbols for connection, fate, and the enduring human desire to understand our place in the universe. At its heart, the piece suggests that even in the vast silence of space, we are not forgotten—that the universe itself carries memory, meaning, and messages for those who dare to listen.

Fuck what they think Live life the way u want to Be happy and at peace Life is hard enough Get away from toxic Be free

I created this poem from the fear of endings, and the even greater fear of never having one. “Frankenstein” is about the pain of eternal life and the loneliness that comes with outlasting all you love. It’s a reminder that death is not punishment for living; it is what gives every moment its meaning.

Have you been made to feel you are too much? Or are you with someone who just isn't enough? The simple things! If those aren't reciprocal. Honesty, genuineness, consideration, understanding and self responsibility. Being accountable for the only one you are responsible for. YOU! You cannot love the red flags out of someone. Believe me if it were possible. I would have been successful. You also can't carry a relationship. It takes two! Two heads are supposed to be better than one. No ones wants should come before a person, human being, your partners needs. That's it and that's all. Nuff said!

Would you do it over, if you had to do it again? Do you wish you had taken the easy route? Hindsight is 20/20 for a reason. To know what you know. You had to go through what you've gone through. Yes ignorance can seem like bliss. And the more you know. The more you know you don't know. Being rooted inside, not shaken by the world around. That takes a certain strength most want. Unwilling to do what it takes to get it.

Are you trying to compete with someone outside yourself? Are you competing with a different version of YOU? Change doesn't come with checks an balances. It is not pretty wrapped in a beautiful bow. It takes work and is not easy at all. The ugly truth is better than a pretty lie. You owe it to YOU to be honest with YOU. Acceptance is the first step to growth. Only YOU can validate YOU in the truest sense of the word. Don't worry be happy to be YOU! YOU are beautiful, YOU are bold, YOU are you. And I am me, the only person I can BE. SO HAPPY TO BE ME!!!

This Note is a poem I made about a toxic relationship of a women who is been abused for so long she can bearly recognize her own freedom of choice

I'm constantly searching, with no prevail. For answers in bottles, which I always derail. By becoming so intoxicated,

I plan to get you hooked. See I am like a drug you will not want to quit, you may think of NA, but you will not stick with it. My words are like the precursor to cocaine, draws you in slowly and put its hook deep in your brain. By the time you are addicted it is too late, now I have you in my grasp you are the bait.

I was recently published in an anthology of poems about death, and this is about me being on page 31 of that book.

One morning, I got angry at myself. The self that exists in this country. And I wrote a poem. Sometimes I really think it’s not enough to just be a keyboard warrior. And then sometimes I think I don’t have any me to do anything else. Fatigue. Capitalism. Deciding if I eat or pay rent this month. All that. You know the deal.

This is what the inside of my brain sounds like. A storm on the inside and gentle on the inside. Personal.

Have you ever wore a mask, metaphorically speaking? To shield yourself from the outside world? Maybe it’s the fear of rejection when someone gets too close to the “real” you. Maybe you’ve been rejected as a person so many times, you’re hiding now fearing to come out. You tuck yourself away but revisit every so often, but it becomes a distant memory over time. Comfort trumps rejection every time.

What better way to control the masses than to scare the shit out of them, making them believe they'll burn for eternity for perceived sins.

I love the sea and pirate tales. This is a dirge about a pirate that once ruled the seven seas but succumbed to darkness. It's poignant and sad. I do hope you enjoy

The poem is about two friends who are buying a substance for use later on. The subject is speaking from a point of view of themselves to the reader and the other precipitant.