Most recently published stories in Poets.
What would you do If you had no clue Who was true Or even who was you Above your name Besides your game Along with your crew
I have been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, ADHD, Binge-Eating Disorder, and back and forth, Bulimia and Anorexia. I'm also an alcoholic.
Angel Travel Near and Far
Trust is something I’ve given you Love is beautiful when I follow you I wait in the wings of an angel In the light I’ll shine brighter in the end
January 19, 2017
The date is January 19, 2017 Well okay then mom. You want me to be happy but how am I supposed to be happy when you won't even let me see him?
The Chicken Nugget
Oh, nugget, did you have to fall off the plate I held? You gave me false hope by looking your best, So much pain that day I felt,
A 2:2's Not That Bad, Save us Two's... Uni's great gents, I'm rolling through it! Let me tell you all about it.., Right, get your head down, early lecture,
Can You See Me?
Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? When everything around you is moving and you’re just there...stuck, screaming you’re heart out for someone to wake you up. Yeah, that’s kinda what depression feels like. Wearing a different mask every day to cover your pain, not knowing when you’ll wake up from your nightmare. Wanting to know that there is someone out there who cares, but at the same time you just want to isolate yourself from everyone; to save them from your self destruction. The whole world is in black & white, and you just hope for colors to fade back in to this thing called life. Sometimes your thoughts control you, why? is all I ask. Why were we born to just die? Is this what life has to offer? Working a 9-5 every day of the week, worrying about college debt, paying rent, and having food to eat. Are we really living our lives? I just want someone to see me...
Oh it's your birthday Oh a little closer to death's embrace Will it be sweet and pleasant No one knows for sure. Oh it's your birthday
My Words Remain
I used to sing like there was no tomorrow, channeled all my love, passion, pain and sorrow, into every chorus, verse and refrain;
I wish i could explain my actions to you in a way you would understand, but i can’t not yet. Not until you see the real in me,
The Man with the Crow Feather
Like a murmured tune from an obscure song he's buried in the crevices of my memory. His face merely a flicker, an ember, burning from a secondhand fire, alighting my mind.
I see fire in her eyes! A depth of passion that she cannot hide, Even though I know she tries. She gets scared at times that she can be too much,