A writing about how i messed up. *NOTE* PLEASE SUBSCRIBE I NEED THE MONEY BADLY AND I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT GODBLESS!

meditation on how unresolved anger resurfaces in quiet moments, and the slow work of reclaiming space from someone who no longer belongs there.

Some people enter your life and immediately feel familiar. Their presence brings ease, warmth, and a sense of safety that does not require explanation. This poem was written for my sister, but it is also about the kind of love that exists without conditions, expectations, or fear.

A short rambling about philosophical thoughts on life and humanity's role in this life. Not meant to be serious advice, but just some life lessons and thoughts that I wanted to share. In case anyone was feeling down lately due to the holidays, I wanted to write something uplifting. Hope you enjoy and feel somewhat uplifted.

Is that how the song still goes. The static sound still echoes throughout my left and right ear lobes.

At the time I wrote this piece, I was stuck questioning myself "Will I?" Like any other human being, one cannot be certain of many things because of spontaneous happenings. So I was uncertain of my path, where I viewed myself in a few years, if I would still be existing. I have yet to live long enough to garner wisdom, so what more could I do than pray and hope for something safe.

A short poem about not being able to sleep at night. Mainly inspired by the frustrations of sleep deprivation.

{I was out for a walk / When I tripped on a rock / It punctured my shoe / And it tore through my sock} a poem about accepting powerlessness.

There is a profound simplicity in the act of kneeling. In our fast-paced, digital world, the image of someone stopping their "walk" to simply talk to the divine feels both radical and deeply human. This poem captures that exact moment of transition—from the weight of a lonely journey to the lightness of being heard.

Rain of Wings & Concrete Chains is a relic of the weight society carves into us & the wild peace nature pulls from our bones. I choose the bear.

Where do I look when my mistakes are all I see? What do I hide when I don't feel like I can be myself?

Some days my dreams scare the living soul out of me, and some nights I can't wish away. To be privileged in a long traveled village with no scams and no shacks; to be a aging black woman in a beautiful castle with nothing but the world to lack.

Hello everyone! I’m Kim Laila and this poem is part of my “Stars” collection. I think that the stars hold different meanings for everyone, and in my collection of poems I tried to understand what the stars mean to me. I found contradictory meanings, but somehow they made sense to me, and I’m proud of the poems I wrote to explain them. Thank you so much for clicking on this note, and I hope you will like my work!

This is a prose that I wrote in May of 2021. It pained me to see the state of America and how many people were being treated in the political and economic climate in the time that I wrote this. We as Americans were being further divided and I just wanted to scream... so I decided to write.

The worst lies we tell to kids are the ones about their dreams we let them think that clouds are soft and moon is made of cheese.

The king had but daughters three each prettier than the last. "whoever brings me the brightest bloom; my kingdom to that lass"

Keeping memories of what was once was, this is my journey of self recovery, self love and self inspiration

{How happy I was / Until I found out that now / I had two right gloves} a poem about the concept of perfectionism.

Holidays bring much more than the gifts under the tree. They bring the sarrow. Heart felt moments to come too.

{But sometimes I wonder / Is it really true / Am I really afraid of you / Or I am I afraid of your memory} a poem about processing trauma.