I Love You. I Love You, I need you, I hold no one above you because no one can do you like you do Stay true, as the winter breeze be cool, even in the summer's heat keep cool Decide for yourself, be alive with your wealth, take the time to build yourself And don't ask yes you a handsome devil recognize you fly as hell

Backstory Coming Soon... So many cautions, too many variables, the constant what-ifs & repetition of parables Of heartbreak, those fixations on what may come about make enjoying you unbearable Indulgent of consequence, obsessed with curving interactions by a will motivated by over-worrying Nothing is ever certain; I've seen that a plenty as they call curtains on relationships & friendships that left me hurting Irking, searching for the next one lurking to see me feel much les

Drowning with the best of petals of many trees which rose to blossom in the spring, not a sign or presence of the former erected ever seem to be-

Free At Last, Here is my authentication of raw sentence Words are gold riches when life gives grimace, and the sight of light gets dimmest Dreams yearn for something mystic like I don't believe in repentance 'cause I disagree with your religion Flocks of pigeons I stand, lone raven looking to make his haven It's by nature I fall to cravings of betraying what's worth saving Some would call sacred 'cause I didn't create it, didn't pay... Why should I care, right? What gives me

There is no shame in simply walking away from a person or situation that is triggering you and you don't have the bandwidth to dodge,...

Backstory Coming Soon... Appealing it is to pick at myself Like my scabs and loose skin, I enjoy making the scars last Pretty is the look of shattered glass synonymous with twinkling stars in the sky Each point portraying the nothingness between them A gorgeous puzzle; never put together I love the weight of feathers fallen to the ground like time Dead souvenirs to hold onto in order to remember that they had a past, a home Alive in my mind, decaying in the hands they lay Pai

Backstory Coming Soon.... My gut has been telling me I'm sick Sick of these thoughts that nag at my spirit, without quit Hawk and spit on...

My first poem I ever wrote...more to this story to come.

A dark poem I wrote back in High School. Out of all the poems I wrote to channel my depression, self-deprecation, self-loathing, and overall sense of hopeless dread, this I came back to. I share this piece as reference point of what has not changed, and what has. I still write dark pieces, but I know now I don't have to embody that darkness. I can let it breathe, let it be, and acknowledge that that it is not the only source I can draw from to feel something, or to write abou