Real pain covered by special interests providing comfort. This is in reference to my mental health. Having a special interest in movies as well as often experiencing disassociation so using film as a way to ground. I also threw in something that I experienced recently as a prompt. I was in a situation that was feeling increasingly confusing and unsafe and I had suggested SLC punk, one of my favorite films, but was worried this experience would tarnish the movie.

A short expression of how it feels being one without a home/in a shelter in the current state of the world. The constant cycles that are never fulfilling and having to be on guard, the repetition and draining feeling it holds. This is specifically in reference to my own and the local community's experience, The tiring walks and lack of trust.

What if there is life out there beyond Earth? And what if they're watching us like some science project? Maybe we're just some sort of experimental planet.

Looking at you a leopard is clawing at you. It is thirsty with prideful eyes as it looks at you with thirsty and prideful eyes, as it hangs on a picturesque portrait of a frame.

Burying someone doesn't tether their ghosts to their grave. That's why haunted houses exist after all.

If you want to truly taste the rainbow, drink a glass of water. Let yourself feel the rainbow by dancing in the rain at dawn.

Are we just borrowed stardust from dead and forgotten stars? How do we know how to be truly human? Being human is hard enough without all the options out there.

Written in pain in the poem book "Love and Decay" Email Hiimadam4321@gmail.com for a free copy. Please click and subscribe tons of new content, and a free copy of "Love and Decay" and "Nostalgic Madness" included in subscription!

This is a poem out of my book NOSTALGIC MADNESS to get a copy email hiimadam4321@gmail.com many more poems to come....remember you are not alone and the struggles we face everyday can be expressed through the positivity of art. In times of pain hear the whispers of those around you who have also suffered.

Today, I'm sharing a deeply personal gift from my wife, Michele D. Davis: a powerful poem titled “The Epitome of a Real Man.” This piece goes beyond simple romance, beautifully defining true character by focusing on enduring values like integrity, keeping one's word, and unwavering loyalty to friends and family. Michele's words are a rare and heartfelt tribute to the kind of man who stands tall, proud, and alone in his commitment to honor. Click to read the full poem and see what she says truly defines a man of honor in "these failing times."

why do I write? I write poetry since the age of 12. I feel in love with it. when I write poetry I am more of free verse and I write what comes to mind.

This is my playground and these are my words all original. I hope everyone enjoys it. My first post on here stay tuned for more. I will do audio too of same also. #Preciousluv

If you cover your face with both hands long enough, then you might as well keep them there. These hands aren't no use touching another soul, another single living body. With these hands that I place below my feet, I too, don't want to breathe. There's light in the shadows, but shadow, don't you get to tracing me.

Hello readers, my name is Jack “Buck” Davis and I will be sharing with you my wife Michele’s poetry that she has written for me. The compilation in it’s entirety is about the love she has shown, taught and given to me. We are so blessed and grateful that our paths crossed for we were both lost souls headed for impending doom and destruction.

This story is about a creature that does it's best to please everyone, yet has no one to depend on. Creature is all alone in a world full of people it helps. Trigger warning: !!!!! SUICIDE WARNING MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME VIEWERS !!!!!

This is a poem about my story. It's about how everyone else never sees the real me. I have been just surviving pretty much my entire life, so I wanted to express how that usually goes with the rest of the world. I struggle to open up about the real me, so it's as if I am just faking everything most of the time, but that's how I keep myself from losing more people.

This stage in life was promised to me by the older women of my youth, the confidence that I searched for then, is only earned through time.

This world, it defies every law of physics I can think of, even quantum mechanics I hear my name Spoken in a thousand voices– But also, one Muffled, barely there, unable to cross the emptiness of space, but only muffled by the thick waters These worlds, overlapped

Winter is one of my favorite months, but this year i5 is colder than I remember. It's terrifying how much can change within a year

Everyday I wonder more and more if I was made to be loved, will I ever be ok. Will my mind stop deteriorating, will I stop ripping my own heart to pieces? Vomit will cover my bathroom floor