Struggle

My struggle has always been my motivation. Took me a while to recover from the devastation When nightmares are your reality You have a list of people you would rather be When the anxiety doesn't stop burning And your depression continues yearning It feels like a never ending filmstrip I gotta catch myself , get... Continue Reading →

Burn

There will be times when the sickening reality of it all sets in Then the thought of how it would have played off had you taken it on the chin Life will teach you its lesson, however many times it takes, you will learn Youll have to retrace each step and pray that in hell... Continue Reading →

Ive Been Lost

  I found this in my notes application- Sitting untouched for almost a year. I have a plethora of notes saved, a mess of unfinished poems, unfound emotions, and never ending questions. Sometimes I feel as if I'm writing the same poem twice. Its hard for me to write about sunshine's and rainbows, I'm oblivious... Continue Reading →

I Used To Be

I used to read books stained with a plethora of words I used to overlook it all like overhead birds I used to be shook in other words

Happy Easter

Dressed in my Sunday best My sins need to be addressed Its been a long time since I confessed Its Easter Sunday too late to digress Sun is shining I'm alive I'm blessed Girls in cute dresses, Boys in their fancy vests On a day like today everyone is religiously obsessed Church is crowded, I'm... Continue Reading →

Burnt Bridges

A bridge is built on a foundation Labored by hands of Dedication Beams trusted to withstand the weight If anything were to go wrong it be fate Because a bridge is built to stand strong All the parts assemble to create a bond A strength to last a lifetime Everything to cross just fine  But... Continue Reading →

I Guess it is what it is

Long ago I never pictured this life The saying is good karma travels I used to take matters in strife But I can't keep fighting these battles It's crazy how family can be so exhausting I can handle it all except what occurs under my roof I feel like I haven't stopped falling I know... Continue Reading →

Being

I can hear the faucet dripping At the edge of the tub I'm gripping It's cold and I'm numb Got scars I don't know where from My chest is tight I'm weezing I can hear the door creeking His footsteps creeping My heart is weeping And my soul bleeding

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