A different make up of souls strut on by without a care in the world. Taint my spirit with one strike; turn your dollar to make not one cent.

No one ever said the boy who cried wolf was perfect. Some days must’ve been better than others. And in the days that were good, there was still something wrong with him.

Hey yall. So I made a poem. I've never done this before besides in English class. Haha. Anyways, lemme know what yall think. I might do more. I'm excited to do this. I've been told for so long that I need to. So I now I'm going to test the waters. Much love and God bless. 🙏🏿 This is kinda personal. I was in a back and forth relationship for 2 years with a narcisstic girl and also I think is a dismissive avoidant. I don't know who can relate. This is the first time in my life where I felt destroyed but am picking myself back of and find me again. I took time to put my thoughts in writing and articulated it to this. Let me know what yall think. Thank yall and God Bless. 🙏🏿

This is a poem I wrote about my life. At the age of 14 I was adopted out of the US foster system by a family I thought was happy, loving, and supportive just to turn around and realize that they would hurt me.

This work was inspired by both an admiration for the beauty & agility of dragonflies, as well as a deep introspective dive into the nature of the passage of time. Both notions coming together for me while on a solo camping trip and during a brilliant sunset. This is Version #1 of 2. The 2nd is underway and will be posted here asap. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this work.

Poem written in 2019. A short but meaningful one for my wife and myself. Writing is original work. Background art is original as well.

I have a tradition where I write a poem on Dec 31st of every year to describe how the year felt. This is my poem from Dec 31, 2020. I was lucky enough to be in a part of the world that was sheltered from the worst of covid, being in a small beach town on the pacific coast of Costa Rica. The cities there did worse, as did every densely populated area of the world. I was lucky and grateful and I'll never forget that.

Sometimes I tell myself
it wasn’t my fault.
That she made her choice
 for her own reasons,
 that life just unfolded
the way it did. But the truth always circles back.
And it whispers—
you could’ve said yes.
 You could’ve said more,
done more,
 been more.

I KNEW SHE WOULD NEVER CHOOSE ME.AND STILL,HER PRESENCE OPENDED MY EYES. EVEN IF IT WAS ONE SIDED, IT WAS WORTH IT.

WE BREATHE IN SYNC, TWO HEARTS WRITING THE SAME RHYTHM,KNOWING THE NEXT MOVE AND THE NEXT SENTENCE OF EACH OTHER.

Love is hard. Loving someone who doesn't love you but wants you around is harder. If you can relate I'm sorry.

Never give up despite your pain and scars life may be hard but find the one thing that keeps u going , you never know what someone is going through so always be kind

Anxiety is the bane of my existence. Sometimes the thoughts in my head don't shut up. I'm sure plenty of people can relate to this.

Poetry I wrote during some tough times for me. I have been writing poetry many times throughout my life to help me . With kids now adults I thought to share and experience notd . Might be able to enjoy and recreate myself a bit through writing. I am a low voltage technician now for 30 years. I've experienced many set backs in life and many joyous , priceless family memories. I hope you will take time to read any of my notes and comment or tell me im garbage at poetry 😆 I have thick skin!

It is not the end of the world. It is only redirection and just a delay. In her piece "Atlas's Daughter," she weaves a powerful narrative from the threads of a crisis of faith, a withdrawn esthetician career, and the looming weight of rent. Nguyen's work masterfully finds the sublime within the struggle, revealing how a cup of water can be an answer to a prayer and a grey hair a crown of resilience.

This poem was written while I was going from in & out of mental hospitals. It was a real life struggle to deal with. And I'm hoping some of you might actually stay to read it.

This is a short poem about the sudden revelation of my own inadequacy. It was written under the influence and extreme duress.

Where can I publish? I am trying to get my work out there and make some money not sure if it pays, but I really do enjoy every bit of it. I just need help, I’m not sure where to go. Writing is my favorite and I’ve grown so much since high school and would love to share. If ANYONE can point me in the direction to get paid for some of my work- that would be amazing! I kinda wanted to make a book… not sure yet! That’s another chapter I’m not submitting yet but was hoping to bring my idea to an illustrator or something. PLEASE HELP. Thanks in advance.

this was written during a time where I was battling addiction, as many of us have, and still do. a reflection, may I add.

Earlier, you stopped by. I saw you standing there. How long had it been since I'd last layed eyes on you? It was almost like a dream— the kind where you lose what you once loved after waking up again.