Wanting to go back in time to the first moment you met, wishing time had never passed, and stolen the one you loved.

As the flowers bloom and become colorful Know that you are always beautiful. The wind blew away the leaves at fall, But the spring always leaves the trees hopeful.

This poem reflects the subtle language between my mother and I. A woman who has gone through so much often speaks with only her eyes , my poem "Sorrow" .

Use your heavy emotions to create. My thought behind this poem was to argue with the conflicting ideas i have about my own mind. Perhaps, ' draw conclusions ' on why i am who i am.

A poem dedicated to my muse. He became my favorite work of art to study, gaze at, and touch, just as I was his.

We fools can try hide from mortals but not from ourselves definitely not after that portal, to heaven or hell

These two poems manage to highlight two key feelings we all feel in life . Yet sometimes we over look them . The first one highlights abondomnet and doubt . The second highlights love.

I can shoulder in sorrows of which are not my own and can connect with consequences of actions I didnt condone. It's a beautiful gift but comes with joys and pains just like I can feel the rain!!!!

No longer will I build this body Smaller than its lover I will be loud At the top of these black smoke lungs Feel the hate in my throat as I scream for you

One of the first poems I wrote that inspired me to write. (Spoiler) this poem was inspired by my personal addiction that I continue to struggle with despite my continued resistance.

Do you struggle with mental health? Constant depression? The weight of anxiety? Frustration with the world? Feeling completely alone? The feeling of losing control of your mental health is a common place many humans find themselves in. We say that we are fine, but we feel empty or many other things other than sane. These are a series of poems written by someone who struggles with mental health each day. I have dealt with trauma but somehow I am a survivor of trauma and mental health struggles.

In this whimsical take on ho'oponopono, our narrator hilariously navigates life's little messes—like tripping over shoes and spilling coffee. With a lighthearted blend of apologies and gratitude, they turn everyday chaos into comedy, proving that a sprinkle of forgiveness and a dash of humor can keep the spirit bright, even when the coffee's too hot!

we can pretend with the best poker face but we can never have back our entire selves.

This is how I see the world and the state that it is in.......

This poem is about being mentally exhausted to where you have no motivation to even complete basic hygienic tasks

This poem is about a girl who explains to her mother how a closed door can mean so much more.

This poem is about a girl who fears becoming like her mother but isn't able to prevent that from happening.

This poem is about a daughter feeling starved of her mother's love.

Today I woke up deciding I was going to write five hundred words a day (minimum). The first five hundred are just seeing how long it is to write five hundred words. Reflecting on what brought me to this journey and how I currently feel.

…what are we, if not the space between breath and thought…