Life's been throwing lemons and I've had to make lemonade i have been thru a lot of trials and tribulations with mistakes made and learned from I've been a true blessing so heres the pages of my story

Feelings of unease, despair. Wanting someone you cannot have. Broken heart. Unrequited feelings. Unable to tell her how you really feel. The hidden words you wish you could say.

He wore the sun upon his brow, a crown of gold, a nation’s vow, the Nile moved softly at his feet, its ancient pulse, his heart’s slow beat.

I feel the pull of starlight thinning, a soft unraveling of who I’ve been. The galaxies hum their ancient hymns, and I a single trembling spark listen.

I am the whisper in the meadow, a flick of green in the sunlit seam, born from the hush of morning dew

In the quiet of midnight, When the sky drapes itself In a cloak of shimmering diamonds, I gaze upward and wonder, Each flicker, a heartbeat,

I'm a ghost in your story, lost and unseen, Drifting through the pages, like a forgotten dream. Whispering in the shadows, a haunting melody,

{Life is never easy / And can sometimes feel like a curse / But with every challenge I celebrate / That I've been through worse} a poem about overcoming challenges.

I am trying to find new ways to cope and poetry is not my strong suit but it’s worth a shot. Thanks for your time

Sometimes life isn't ready for who you love. So you must love in silence. It's hard to keep such wonderous joy hidden from the world.

Left by her one true love, a woman only sees one way out the agonizing despair and chaotic emptiness he left in her heart. During the critical moment he finds her. Can he save her? Or is she lost to a heart broken beyond the ability to heal? In every love, there must be a sacrifice.

The hypocrite. Betrayed years ago by someone I thought cared but really they didn’t. Have you ever had that experience? Can you understand these feelings I had bottled up? If so let me know if you relate or have had other experiences.

This piece reflects me coming back to writing and sorting through some heavier emotions. It’s about starting over, facing what’s changed, and letting the darker parts show.

This is my poem I call it "Bittersweet echos love" because it says bittersweet a lot and is talking about a love that's long gone I made it in class because I had free time sorry if it's long because it's about a two minute read if you like it tell me I have another one it's called "the Rose"

I carried your buckets because I knew the weight of water, the cruel infinity of oceans. But I never learned to build a dam.

I miss being ignorant I wish I never opened my eyes and saw how much pain I’ve endured I thought that everything was fine and that the flowers weren’t blooming simply because it wasn’t their time I realize now that there was no sun for them to grow

I haven’t published anything here in a while as I was working feverishly on my novel (and posting more to my Substack), but I have been feeling the creative itch so I decided to add another poem to my journal.

This is a poem that's been bouncing around for a while. Although I haven't written much in a very long time it's been even longer since I've written a poem. Here's to everyone having a hard time! (* I do not guarantee it to be good and/or match any kind of structure) *Insert Great Gatsby meme here*

This poem is about the way white men use the word "nigga" or "nigger" like it's just a fancy word to say. Like it's not hurting anyone. Idk how to put it like a poem so yea. (Not being rasict but going back into history with this word).

I have to write. I must write. It feels like I'm sinking sometimes. Into the abyss. I put it to paper so my mind can rest.