DISCLAIMER: This poem is not a cry for help, to seek pity, or draw attention. I'm okay. I'm going through some things and reconciling with some things that I have done. But I am okay. Thank you.

I freeze to even think about sitting down to write As if powerless to fight and wings clipped of flight At night my demons are strongest, so I cave At sunrise their the subtlest, in defeat I lay What vice in lieu I'll choose to calm me down Masturbation, podcasts, or music to numb me down I quote, "So lonely and afraid to leave" Yet my dog is but a pup...happy and free A Whimsical Poem (Daily Verse) by SoL Performance was STAYonLIT Lyrics were Composed in SoL Published via Em

No one knows you are doing the work but you. Healing is ugly, and sometimes when you think you are making progress, you make a decision that makes you feel like you made ten steps back, slammed your head on the concrete as you slip on your own piss and you just want to give up, lay there...submitting to idea you'll never change. This is where I'm at, and this poem was a way to reconcile myself back on my journey to heal myself, so I didn't bleed on anyone else again, let alo

No matter the sex you be, regardless of what tongue you speak We all need this one thing: Intimacy

A poem I wrote on the long drive home after being cock-blocked! Lol

Dear Love, If there's anything I can't get enough of it's your love Your body calls to mine as attraction rises by passion’s temperature Only time can tell when our journey will lead us to the promise land where waterfalls flourish the air Our hearts drum in unison to the thrusts of our pelvis conjoined when gravity holds us together Separated in timed measure, only to come back to where they once were Flesh against flesh, breath to breath, the embrace of our motivation and n

I'm learning how to breathe, without you I know I've had love interests before But you were my better half, more than just my rib I'm learning how to smile, without you The gnashing of evil voices relentless in my head Are nothing to the sweet serenades of your empowering speech I'm learning how to laugh, without you I miss speaking to you nonstop on phone or in person My object of obsession, a bliss of engaging times, you & I I'm learning how to be happy, without you The pea

My first love poem. To the one who who planted the seed of poetry in me....

"If You Try Once & You Don't Succeed, Try Again" "If You Try Twice & You Don't Succeed, Try Again" "Don't Give Up, Have A Little Patience-" "In T'ings You Do...There's A GoD Above You, & It's True." Grand Rising Through Lows & Peaks, From East to Peace, Hold Dear to These Stanzas for your Heart to Sing... I take a look at my face Mind reminds me I’m such a disgrace Never seem to learn until it's too late Afraid to make another mistake, on top of mistakes Then my heart informs

See...I'm no ordinary snake, I'm a dragon Peeling off my dead skins that deserve lacking

"Wipe away the tears, you are safe in my arms If you need a hand, I'll be there when you call If the ground caves in on you, I'll grab you before you fall through If you need a prayer, I'll pray with you"

Though I won by the mental, I gain loss by the heart Masculinity erased in favor of being a spook in the house Doused my anger with a bucket of nods and agreeance Taking shelter in the retreat over a worthy soldier's death Coward...the powerlessness makes my insides cruel to one another The pedestal of a bigger man, make me feel minute in comparison Heresy, to hold these emotions and pour nothing but silence Allowing myself punctuations to skew into my side With a side of my

How do I tell, if my life is a story or a joke They both start off the same yet their endings differ This question wakes me from slumbers with hope Simultaneously the sedative that drives me to slumber bitter Born from the fall to be tossed into winter's cold Spring and summer cascades to two fates aligned by stars The happening of serenity protects me with this child I hold It is a light called worthy, once let go I am returned to my place in the dark Stories in visual I pla

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

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 less safe Next to you I lay,

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-

Inspired by my birthstone and hearing three rappers butcher a good ass beat, I compiled two different verses and a hook into a special freestyle rhythm and poetry.

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 Pain is necessary for beauti

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 concentration, mock and pick at my validation More than tries my patience, this is a daily frustration Less than a second it takes to take me off course "Of course.", that’s the catchphrase I say when I mission abort the main focus for the multiple minors The more it slips away, the more I grip tighter Flashing images run past my skull like a speeding bullet If t

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