A poem that doesn't rhyme and is scrambled but a loan that will catch the heart of some people and they may relate

Day 3 of pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers because its cheaper than therapy and I don't know how to talk about my feelings out loud. This poem is for anyone who has ever felt like an echo in a crowd, for those who have silenced their own voices to blend in, and for the quiet dreamers yearning to be heard. May it remind you that even the faintest echo can resonate with profound truth.

Is the truth I seek merely a deception crafted by the devil? As the abyss revels in its satisfaction, it remains indifferent to whom I choose to believe or whom I choose to become.

Don’t fall in love with a Cancer because they care too much. They care about how you feel and they’ll be so cautious to never say or do the wrong thing. Don’t fall in love with a Cancer because they have the purest heart of gold heart of anyone you’ll ever meet. They enter relationships with no motives or asking anything of you.

My perception on being in love with a Virgo coming from this experience. Not facts my own personal opinion

Day 2 of pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers because its cheaper than therapy and I don't know how to talk about my feelings out loud. To every soul who has ever painted a smile that wasn't their own, hidden behind a carefully constructed facade, or felt the silent ache of not being "enough"—this poem is for you. May you find a flicker of recognition, a whisper of understanding, and the courage to eventually shed the mask and embrace the beautiful, authentic self that has always been there, waiting to be seen and loved.

Day 1 of pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers because its cheaper than therapy and I don't know how to talk about my feelings out loud. I wrote this poem mainly about my struggles being a middle child but I feel like so many more can relate to this.

The never-ending battle to keep moving forward, even when you feel your body caving in. Our souls crave community, so in welcoming others to our journey, we may be, at last, able to survive our war wounds.

The approaching of an end that is addressed by avoiding that eventually steals all leaps towards the known past.

My Heart knew what it Wanted, but not what it Needed, and now that My Heart has what it Needs, it can hardly Believe It.

The poem your about to read is based on a song i plan on releasing to the public soon i wanted to see the traction my work can grab i put a lot of work into this thank you for your time

Where affordable living meets high-end morality —the cleaner the hospitality; has it costing .25. And that’s only the beginning to why we leave no soldier behind.

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago that I polished up about being a 20 something young adult going through an identity crisis.

With every saying there’s a tale, but I’m no John Henry, Paul Bunyan or a Johnny Appleseed.Though if only to make matters worse, I could fall down a hill with Jack and Jill or climb every beanstalk before Jack has seen. I guess I could just settle for a no good ghost tale of June B. Jones. And the “b” would only stand for believe.

“Traditional Father” is about the raw emotional intellect of individuals whom struggle with the lies, pain, manipulation and abandonment of a sought to be “Traditional Father.” If you are someone who is struggling or relates to this, REMEMBER you are NOT alone.‼️🩵

“My Brain, It Runs Me.” Is about the raw emotional intellect of struggling with overwhelming thoughts and feelings that are too hard to deal with or overcome. The way that your brain controls everything you think, do, say and feel. If you struggle or relate to this in anyway, REMEMBER you are NOT alone‼️🩵.

“You Ask Why” is about the struggles of pretending to be okay, so you don’t bother others. Faking a smile so you don’t get asked what’s wrong, over and over again. If this is something you relate to or struggle with, REMEMBER you are NOT alone🩵‼️

I crave to be touched. But not in a lustful way, no. I want to be loved, i want my soul to be felt, not my body.

I create a series of reflective posts titled "Oracle of the Day," in addition to crafting poems and working on a book. These creative endeavors serve as a vital outlet for me, allowing me to channel my thoughts and emotions as I navigate my journey with BPD. Being transparent about my mental health challenges is something I value deeply. Living with mental illness can often feel overwhelming and unpredictable. However, by sharing my experiences and insights through writing, I not only find solace and clarity for myself, but I also hope to reach others. Thank you

longing with uncertainty for an estranged identity within myself, aching for a graceful return though its banishment was imposed.