I was angry, I needed someone to take the fall for my insecurities,
Unable to hide behind the naked truth, that it wasn’t you who made me feel this way, but I,
I needed a scapegoat for this emotional cycle that has been tormenting me for years,
“Is he cheating on me?”
“Is he attracted to her?”
All of these questions stemming from my poor decisions and bad relationships,
I had to put the blame on you in order for me not to feel the poison that has been slowly killing me,
Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw each woman,
Her eyes, her face, her nose, her lips, smiling back at me, laughing at my brokenness,
Mocking the fact that he chose her over me,
I hated myself for being too weak to leave when I had the chance,
I punished myself each day I stayed and welcomed those infidelities and betrayals,
But now I have you, an innocent bystander,
Struck by my emotional bullets of distrust, paranoia, and bitterness,
I watch through my rearview mirror of pain, as you lay there slowly bleeding out,
Calling for help, but no one will come to save you,
I drive off, adrenaline coursing through my veins,
Unable to shake the fact that I put a hit out on your heart,
Every shot fired screaming at you for what he did,
I’m scared because those bullets of bad decisions, regret, and hurt were not meant for you, but for him,
You were in the wrong place at the right time, but unfortunately time wasn’t on your side,
I’m on the run now, evading the imprisonment that is waiting for me,
Afraid to pull over and turn myself in for this horrible crime against you,
There were no witnesses to identify what I had done to you,
Only you would be able to point me out in the line up of broken women,
Women who’ve stayed one second, one minute, one hour and one day too long in bad relationships,
Sadly, you were the one put on trial and found guilty for other men’s crimes,
Sentenced to a lifetime of fixing mistakes, reassuring insecurities, and building back walls of trust,
But, it’s too late for you, you’ve been thrown into an empty cell,
With nothing but bad memories, unanswered questions, and regret from every broken heart you couldn’t repair,
And now your innocence has become my guilt
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 10:01 PM UTC
What does excellence look like? I’m staring at it here today,
Being excellent isn’t just an act, but can be used in what we say,
It’s displayed in our ability to strive for merit in all we do,
It’s shown by pursuing our dreams until they do come true,
It’s not just about good grades, and being the star of the team,
Excellence is guided by our vision, to make our realities seen,
It’s well beyond what’s measured on our standard scale of feat,
Excellence is defined by our persistence even when we face defeat,
It’s shown by how we live our lives, and in the choices that we make,
Excellence is shown in our efforts, and in the risks that we take,
So stay focused on your task, and in everything you will do well,
Not just today, not just tomorrow, but every day you will excel!
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
What is grief in the moment that you lose someone you love?
You weep all day and night and question God up above,
At first, you don’t accept the fact they left you all alone,
Denying their very absence and that they are truly gone,
Anger becomes your friend and helps you build a wall of pain,
Keeping others out so you can find someone to blame,
Bargaining with God, you plead for Him to let them stay,
Your request remains ungranted, because life doesn’t work this way,
Depression takes your hand and keeps you warm all through the night,
Withdrawing yourself from life, so that the darkness becomes your light,
Months and years go by, and you learn to live without their presence,
And finally one day you come to a point of acceptance.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
It's so easy to laugh and point fingers when we ourselves are not in pain,
Often times we turn our backs, when a reward is not the gain,
But aren't we just as guilty, as the ones who commit the crime?,
Turning ourselves into judges suggesting how they'll do their time,
Why aren't we taking a stand when we see others doing wrong?
Instead of encouraging one another, we choose to leave them all alone,
Blaming the victim for their fate, as we are steady led astray,
Turning deaf ears to our brothers, no kind words will we say,
Watching others get in trouble while we just steady pass them by,
Searching for answers to our problems when we are the reason why,
So don't just fall for anything, and decide to do nothing,
Be courageous and speak up, but most of all stand for something!
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
We hear daily of the tragedies of our youth being slain,
How some turn to suicide to medicate their pain,
But are we taking a stand to intervene with this violence?
Or just turning our heads, choosing to be silent?
How often do we watch them being bullied in school?
The lack of discipline at home, the disregard for the rules,
Our police officers and teachers are made into villains,
Trading discipline and order for guns and killing,
The value of education is being reduced to a sentence,
Prison is the educator; there is no will for repentance,
Social media is being utilized to post videos of brutality,
People laughing and sharing as if it's a normality,
Are we not disgusted by such acts of violence?
No reprimands for abuse, just us choosing to stay silent,
How long will we sit on the sidelines of destruction?
Hoping violence decreases, but not aiding in its reduction,
Instead of condemning our youth for their disobedient ways,
Let’s lead by example in what we do and not say!
We must take a stand and refuse to remain silent,
Let’s join forces with our youth and stand against violence!
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Waves wash up against your splendor,
You part the sea not in the way Moses did,
but with a gentle calmness,
Isolation encloses around you like a never-ending shade of blue drawing you further into paradise,
Your destination is near yet seems so far,
The sun’s rays light up the powder blue sky reassuring you of the journey ahead,
In the distance, a silhouette of land appears speckled with different shapes and colors,
Anxious faces peer out over the ledge anticipating the adventures to come,
Slowly you come to a halt, quietly humming as you open up with a satisfying sigh,
Lines assemble like ants on the ground, gradually exiting in unison,
The cool breeze comforts you as you rest awhile, patiently waiting for the next journey ahead
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
Leaves slip away from the barren limbs that once held them, echoing a crisp thud as they fall on the ground,
The tree weeps as the cruel air strips away it’s beauty, transforming the light, vibrant splendor to a gravely, dull shade
Beautiful shades of amber, orange, and gold have now browned in a pile at it’s feet,
Insects eat away at the leftovers hidden in the carcass of hollow stumps,
As wildings gather bits of food to ration during the shortage,
Birds begin their journey south, leaving behind empty nests and cracked egg shells,
Streams that once quenched the thirst of it’s inhabitants silently flow in isolation,
The existence of nature now is nothing more than a silhouette
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 8:51 AM UTC
You visit me very often, but each time it’s not the same,
Some days you leave me breathless, other times you cause me pain,
I sit around and wonder what I’ve ever done to you,
To make me feel all alone, and not knowing what to do,
You tell me all of your lies, and watch me shiver from the fear,
And whisper, “You’re going to die” while laughing closely by my ear,
I try to count to ten while beads of sweat drip down my face,
Or take a long, long walk as my mind begins to race,
You never show me mercy, it’s intense each time we meet,
My mouth becomes real dry, and makes it hard for me to speak,
But one day I’m coming for you, you’ll see a different side of me,
And you’ll no longer be known as my anxiety!
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
What it means to be a Veteran is far beyond what meets the eye,
Soldiers giving up their lives to fight a war for you and I,
What it means to be a Veteran not too many will ever know,
The price they paid with their blood, a debt this country will forever owe,
What it means to be a Veteran, a honorable act of sacrifice,
Trading their shoes for helmets and guns, freedom was the highest price,
What it means to be a Veteran leaving their families all behind,
Fighting daily to keep our country free and safe for all of mankind,
What it means to be a Veteran how they stared death in its face,
Losing companions during the fight, lives that cannot be replaced,
What it means to be a Veteran terrors of war keeping them awake,
Dodging bullets and enemy fire, praying death was not their fate,
What is means to be a Veteran how the war made some depressed,
Some took their very own lives to finally have some peace and rest,
What it means to be a Veteran some disabled and could not work,
Turning to prescription drugs to fill that void and ease the hurt,
What it means to be a Veteran bruises fade, but scars remain,
Fighting for red, white, and blue, liberty was the ultimate gain,
What it means to be a Veteran is more than just a holiday,
Because they chose to protect and serve we are all here today!
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
Blank pages mean full minds,
Minds that long to tell stories,
Stories of love, sadness, disappointments and triumphs,
Blank pages mean untold secrets,
Secrets that are hidden behind walls of distrust and agony,
Agony from broken promises that were once welcomed with gentle kisses,
Kisses that were laced with poisoned lips and deceitful tongues,
Blank pages mean guarded hearts,
Hearts that are held captive by fear of being broken,
Now lie shattered on the cold, hard ground,
Blank pages mean silenced voices,
Voices that are screaming to be heard,
Heard by listening ears on familiar faces,
Faces that once hid from ugly truths and beautiful lies,
Blank pages mean nothing unless you are willing to write your story
Stories that have never been told or heard of
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC