HER (Poem.)

Striking my nerves, wrecking my veins,
Pudding my armpits, Slowing my heart.

He’s Driving me insane.

How can one Man be so striking?

She smiled.



If I could put your light somewhere,
it’d be in a cosy corner of my heart.

Somewhere in the cracks, Maybe

Somewhere I could see the illumination from a distance.

Even with The littlest spark of your light,
I Will still capture something pretty.

A silhouette, perhaps.

Just an outline of us,
Draping out of the light into the dark.

We could do with a little darkness, my love.
Don’t you think?


Chipped Hearts.

This world is cold, warm me.
Cupid been harsh, sooth me.
I’m told Love’s a verb, please clue me.

They all leave, won’t even cue me.

So Where’s Cupid ,

that midget been mean to me.

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Merry Christmas, Guys!

This is my gift to someone trying to find something authentic and real.

May you walk right into it.

I felt like posting all my short/long drafts before New year.

Enjoy and Happy Holidays ❤️

The Antidote.

The Deficiency of man is not things, it’s what they feel inside.

Man chooses how to feel about things.

Precious or otherwise- he chooses.

Is Less enough? Or is more satisfying?
Man has to choose.

When man can’t decide,
When He can’t choose,
When He can’t Tell – what’s enough.

He falls into an abyss of wanting,
A long hole of emptiness.

Even in a Mansion, He will feel unfulfilled.
Even with the right people, He will wonder.
He will search, even when He’s Got it.

Until He listens.
Until He sits cross-legged in his own room,
Until He holds his heart and decide “This is enough”

Until he finds the antidote,
He will suffer.

I’ll repeat it for you in Caps GRATITUDE– -that’s the antidote.


Poem of the week?

Zip Down,
piss on your fears.

Zip up
You can Make decisions without your peers.

You don’t need a mascot
come a bit and sit on the Piers,

You have to Contemplate on your destiny
Stop loosing to your fears.

Test drive your decisions
I trust you have the gears?

I get it
you might be Looking back with tears,

But listen
Your future is greener,

Feel it?

Your destiny is approaching.

Run to it!

Keep taking the strides,Keep working.

And one day,

your efforts will finally sum up.


Even the future knows you’re a star.

And one night,

A kid will look at you and make a wish.

Dig it?

Little Star. 🌟

Edited: Dec,7 2018

You Don’t Know Her Story.

You don’t know her story, yet.
Not until she tells it to you, i bet.
Her smile reflects nothing about her heart.
She’s an angel until you know her hurt.

So Don’t be fooled, Her Dm is not always a good place to flirt.
Make her happy? You can’t.
Ask her out? You dumb.

She Carries around a darker Heart,
It’s lights were blown like birthday candles by a painful past,
And the wishes she made right after was for the rage to fade fast.

If you knew,
What her delicate skin had to stomach,
How her body was broken into,
How she had to shut up and get through it.

It goes deep, so so Deep.
Her heart is an abyss, endless and with no grip,
Calm on the out, but screaming inside.
You Know nothing of what she’s dealing with.

You only see her Buried in lipstick and foundation like art,
You have no idea the bridges she’s burned,
You have no idea who she’s become,
Or what Her skeletons are made of.

Oh please, don’t do that.

“No pity party, Sir!
…She can handle it.”

And she wants to do it, Alone.



I wrote this for Someone (a girl) who is not ready to see anyone because she has to deal with herself First. Her past and where she wants to be.

A Poem for your Troubles

Whatever is going on in your head.
Whatever is keeping you awake.

That, which makes your days heavier.
That, which makes you sleep in.

The thing, that drives your smile away,
The thing, that you don’t know how to deal with.

It is, what you don’t know how to move on from,
It is, what comes right back no matter how hard you try.

It Makes you want to, Quit.
It Makes you want to, bleed your veins dry.

Makes you, hate anyone who smiles.
Makes you, wonder;

Is there a way to feel less empty.
Less anxious,
A little bit calm?

Is there anything left.
Left to feel for,
Cry for.
Live for.

That feeling,

That type of feeling,
That is something I wish I could save you from.