Hey guys, I'm going to post a few works I haven't released yet because I wanted to work on them. However, when I write things, sometimes my motivation to rewrite or edit goes out the window. If they change in time, they will, if they don't, they don't. Thank you guys for supporting me and my writing

You're gone, yet I'm still haunted by your voice
It whispers to me at night, waking me from sleep.
Echoing of the promises I wished to keep

A chain I broke, yet the feeling of cuffs remain
On who is really to blame
The door is locked, yet you creep through
As if there's nothing I can do

I locked the windows, and all the pain
You slip through despite all my change
Sealed every crack, but your voice calls my name.

All of it gone, all the pain...
Yet here you are, still remains

The tough get going
I go towards it
As much as it *****,
There's no sorry for it

I tread with fear in my eyes
The demons do not hide
They spit at me and ask me "Why"
I have to keep going

Face them head on
They have no power over me
Redirect my mistakes
Even if it took an epiphany

There's no sorry for it
Do not tuck your tail and run
That's what they want
Face them!

Remind them you gave them that power
And you can just as easily take it away
You have more power than you think
You want redemption? That's how you get it

Now step off that porcelain ***
And show me what you've really got!

Ah, a wonderful thing,
No wrong when it's involved

Previous employer wanting to prove he doesn't lack in the genital region
Calling me a nuisance...

They fired me for no reason, I walked away peacefully. Visited a couple of times for fun and friends who still worked there.

Yet here I am not allowed to enjoy the business festivities because I'm a "nuisance"

Yeah, nobody is questioning your genitals now!

A plastic bag for the two of us.
Natural medicine to share.
Take a little bit, and it'll send you there.
Where? I'm not sure I can only depict what I saw.

A woman, beautiful and strong. Her eyes closed as if she was asleep. Green in color, she pulsed her image into me.

Was she telling me that she was a part of me?
Circles surrounded her, characters I've never seen in between.

What does it truly mean?
Is she one who created me? Claimed me?
I can't say.

And I look for her, still, to this day

How many times are the same words spoken before you listen?
How many times can you go through the same lesson without learning?

The circles you wish to break take effort to make. You must fight to take back yourself!
Look, see. Take your eyes and witness all the parts of you you wish not to be.

Take it all and begin to change. Efforts just rearranged. Have courage, bravery!

Before you're a victim of your own slavery