Unpolitically correct man who poetically writes directly from the organ that pumps blood through an unknown vessel.
My Greatest Insecurity?
Right out of the gate, I'll admit that one of my greatest insecurities is what I consider a mental disfunction. I've written about my mental health quite a bit, but that insecurity I've never bothered to mention is not being able to get my actual thoughts across in the most simplest way possible which is simply being straight forward. This has been an ongoing struggle and insecurity my entire life. It isn't that I can't verbalize my thoughts properly, it's explaining them and driving the person I'm explaining it to into a zone of confusion. At first, I thought this was a comedic ability, but I've begun to realize it's an issue I wish wasn't a thing.
Appalling; nonplussed The world around us is dissolving Continued racially and politically dividing Each other we should be loving...but too busy judging
If Her Depression Had Eyes
Sleepless nights, tonight no different Having tossed and turned An active marathon of thoughts that are endless Eyes wide open, were they ever closed?
My Self Harm
I know that I've dedicated my platform here to be an outlet where I'd put out original poetry, but what you're about to read is something I've tried many times to put into poetic form but its just not working.
I've wished my life was whatever normal is To not put major thought into the simple, Just to be chill and make a decision sounds like bliss
The world, once full and lively Not a worry for miles Manageable mental stress, healthy lives Economically and socially alive
Day To Day
Chest rising and falling at a fast rate Heart beating like a marathon runner, But I don’t know why and the night has turned late
Life Behind Lies
You used to get me into so much trouble Helped me discover the term walking on eggshells Those shells were my heart racing, felt like the earth’s rumble