The poetry of my mind that my mouth can't express. The reason of my well being. It is a story and autobiography.

Father Hurt Gone Passed away Feelings Life goes on Fuck this shit Abuse Pain Forgiveness Heartache

I needed to say this out loud, because silence kept protecting the wrong person. It takes someone deeply disconnected from themselves to lie without flinching, to manipulate love into a weapon, to spend years tearing someone down while watching them try harder. For three years, I gave everything I had—emotionally, mentally, spiritually, believing effort could fix what was never meant to be healthy. I kept showing up, even when I was shrinking. I kept forgiving, even when it cost me pieces of myself. I lost myself.

A poem on how looking in the mirror at myself has made me feel and slowly climbing out out that deep and dark viewpoint.

This first poem is called "Fractured Mirrors" in this poem I talk about what the mirror can not physically say, but we feel it what it says and it stings

This poem is a window into my inner world, a place I don’t always show to others. It’s about the struggle of wanting to be happy and free while feeling trapped by pain that no one else can see. The lines explore the contrast between the smile I wear for the world and the darkness I carry inside. Writing this was my way of facing those feelings honestly, without pretending they don’t exist. While it’s heavy and raw, there’s a thread of hope woven through it—a quiet belief that one day, I’ll find my way out of the storm. I hope it resonates with anyone who has ever felt unseen, misunderstood, or quietly hurting, and reminds them that even in dark moments, there’s a chance for light.

This poem is about the invisible burdens we carry when someone we trusted hurts us deeply. It’s about the way pain lingers long after words are said, how it settles behind your ribs and bends your hope without anyone noticing. I wrote this because I know what it feels like to move through life carrying the weight of someone else’s neglect, smiling on cue while grief quietly taps at your throat. It’s a reminder that some scars aren’t on the skin, they live in the silence, in the empty spaces left behind, and sometimes the hardest part is surviving them without being seen.

This poem was written for anyone who spent years shrinking themselves to keep love alive. For the ones who stayed quiet, stayed loyal, and stayed hopeful even when their needs went unanswered. It speaks to the kind of pain that doesn’t leave visible marks, the slow erosion that happens when you confuse endurance with devotion and neglect with love. This piece isn’t about bitterness or blame, it’s about naming what it feels like to disappear while trying to be enough for someone who never truly saw you. It’s for those who didn’t leave because they stopped caring, but because caring began to cost them their sense of self. If you’ve ever loved so deeply that you lost your voice in the process, this poem is for you.

This poem/prayer was originally written as the intro to a blog post on rantingsofasouthernmadwoman.wordpress.com.

What Do I Wish People Knew About Me, Before Speaking To Me? This is just something random I wrote, it was prompted by how me and my friends are drifting apart and I feel like not many people actually know me. (Also first time posting, and NOT MY WRITING PROMPT IDEA, Creds to Wonderlandington from Pinterest)

The reaping of a god A body barely holding together Its viscera on my feathers Aren’t you glad you don’t have a Birds Eye view?

this poem is actually supposed to be about a person. I'm not going to say who, I'll just say that I had a crush on them but we couldn't be in any relationship for a number of reasons. It was like looking at a delicious cake I was unable to eat. very painful. enjoy

She walks the desert with a lantern in her hands and a serpent at her feet. In a city that devours softness, she remains sovereign — glowing, listening, untouched. This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of remembering who you are when the world forgets.

This is a short excerpt/poem/composition that I have written during my time at home on winter break.

Thoughts expressed as they come to mind, from simple to complex . Consciousness expressed ……………………..

Glisten of a Raven- An idea from a drive in the country side. I want to try and write something in a day without worrying if it's good or not. So come on this brain search to see what I can come up with in less then a day.

Your remarks are something Timing. Lying. Free to think Has it become a crime? Again Are we all before 17 hundred? Signals werent from space before- Where they all just mind games ? Never been zapped before.. A.i calls it technology-

Is my body really my enemy? this poem is about the possibility of not being able to carry my own child.

Love doesn’t fail because it ebbs and flows — it fails when people stop choosing it. A meditation on love as something built, not found. This piece explores the myth of the “perfect match,” the work of understanding, and the quiet ways love either grows or goes idle. Honest, questioning, and grounded in emotional realism, it asks what kind of love we are willing to make — and maintain.

Psychedelic World is my first poetry book before Scenery of Society which would come years later. With this book I tried to get it published I sent it to all of the major publishers out there for example penguin publishing. There are two versions one is in English and the other one is written in Spanish. I did the illustrations for the work myself and it is true to the book being that it is a psychedelic drawing. I can’t explain the meaning of the drawing other than that it’s just cool and a snapshot of the machinations of my mind.