Sometimes it's hard to remember that you are not your disorders, but when the bad times shuffle off, turning it into writing can help you deal with them better.

The nostalgia of childhood, it's a very bittersweet thing for some. I'm part of that some, so I wrote a poem about it.

No matter who you are, the color of your skin, or the shape of your body. You are important, and you matter.

Sometimes, when we are in love, we are too focused on the joy to realize how much pain we are in. Just because they are good to you, doesn't mean they are right for you.

I wrote this when I first fell in love. I was confused about the feeling as I had always believed I was incapable of love.

Open your eyes ‘they say’, a better world awaits when there is no chase. Be that it may round trip its way to a grandiose scheme to order the mind for sell. Or leave it at the register box. Where you don’t need a mind, there’s no place of temperament.

I swallowed my pain while I made space for yours. I allowed you to steer me into a position I resented and I have to face myself because I could have walked away at any time.

Today's poem might need some analyzing. You've got a long drive to the grave, just remember not to look back.

This poem was for my God Dad who was placed in my life. Sadly my God Mom had been battling cancer over 8 years. She is now with the Lord at Peace.

The poem Mistress in Blue explores the speaker's deep longing and fear of surrendering to love, symbolized by the ocean. They are mesmerized by its beauty and drawn to its embrace, yet hesitation and past pain keep them at the shore. The sea whispers promises, urging them to dive in, but uncertainty lingers—what if love is fleeting? In the end, the speaker acknowledges the irresistible pull and considers choosing to fall, embracing the unknown depths of love and passion.

"Between the Laughter and Silence" is a poem about love found in the unspoken moments between joy and quiet longing. It captures the essence of a deep connection that doesn’t rely on grand gestures or confessions but instead thrives in shared glances, fleeting touches, and the space between words. Time and distance may change, but the bond remains, woven into the echoes of laughter and the hush of silence.

Beach in the winter time my darling? Care to stroll your impending sincerity over my hands..or do you stand there and look with every eye of what could not be?

This is a brief confessional poem/passage based on my troubled childhood. Trigger warning: child abuse

Life can be hard but sometimes u just need to heard someone every one n awhile n realize it gets better eventually

Generational curses can be destructive and difficult to live with. Sometimes I wonder if I'm strong enough to ignore it.

All falls that end won’t seem very well. There’s so much pressure to do the right thing but once you try it one time, a sentiment of peace draws you in. It’s okay to draw that stick figure again.

My innocence was taken and my life forever changed My innocence was taken, my dreams rearranged To serve our country, the brave the few I would not have enlisted if only I knew

To know that you no longer make your partner happy feels like a broken home. A broken promise, A broken bone. Pictures fallen from the walls shattered and torn. You screwed up now your "happy family" - you must morn.

The moon turns a little paler when the good prevail. The rooster opens his beak a little wider when the good wails. The legend unfolds a new mystery when the good fails. What I am trying to say is, the good will only be good until Allah’s judgment wears sealant shut like mail.

"I forgive you, i swear i do" A poem dedicated to someone who always runs to tragedy when things are too calm. They thrive in storms, but tend to drag everyone around them into the chaos too.