For someone who had never been more happy to feel human emotion I was ready to make a change that would soon come, It only comes by you.

To heal, I was selfish, But I was born to be selfless, (…) Who I will no longer be, And from myself I am finally able to be free

Walking slowly down the busy city sidewalk, the question begins to echo: what went wrong? Did we just get too busy with everyday life? She was my best friend. More like a sister. She held my hand the day my son was born. My mind screams: what went wrong?

A world withered in joy and unseen in sorrow life is bad but a life without struggle is worse then a life with struggel

Is it better to love someone with everything knowing you won’t receive it back, or be loved by someone else wishing it was them?

This is a short poem I wrote about dreaming of a version of someone that you wish you still had in your life.

A menace to society—-I highly doubt it. But now this p.y.t has learned spanish. And don’t let her get so good that she runs off the page. Even in my darkest days, somehow God continues to bless me with an unforgiven promised.

I'm starting a new chapter in my life, i'm hoping it brings me further than anything has before. In the process of believing in love for the very first time, I realized i've been as low as i could go, and now as high as ive ever been. i'm hoping these poems from now and then inspire or relate to some people. follow along..

For children of mothers who are dead to them but not dead for real. But may as well be for all the shit theyve done.

A poem about childhood escape and the places we go to feel safe. I will let the poem speak for itself this time. Not fully rhythmic but it feels complete. Thank you.

Everything This is a stream of thoughts/poem that I wrote when I was afraid I was losing my lover. It all came together in the end, and we worked it out, but it took a heavy toll on my mind.

Notebook Notebook is yet another poem I wrote about my partner during the long-distance period of our relationship

This poem is about Love and its many forms in the views and perspectives of any society we could live in, no matter where we go.

Do we need to die to see our true selves? Or are we dead until we find ourselves and rise again? I don't know, maybe I will when I'm gone

See if you can figure out whom this is written about. More poems like this will be uploaded soon. So, enjoy. Mind you, this is just a poem. Poetic license is heavy at work here.

This is a Poem of Longing to find the one the Soul has always been looking for. with enough determination, persistence and faith, the soul's match will come to light!

This Poem recollects how I- and other Poets- actually write Poetry. This is when we actually gain the inspiration to write, be it through the quark of music or the spark of random creativity.

"When time has come and I've passed away Please carry me home to Belmorhea" Not one arrangement shall be made JUST a simple cremation, I don't need the pricey parade

A song. A song that wraps condensation and callidity in the force of fragility — The pain of breaking...

This poem captures the struggle of singleness and the suffering of loneliness that one endures for growth in a relationship with God.