Write a poem about a memory you wish you could erase
Describe the moment the world stood still for you
Write from the perspective of a forgotten object
Begin with a lie that becomes the truth
Write a love letter from one season to another
Imagine the ocean is trying to tell you something
Write a poem where time runs backward
Describe a place that only exists in dreams
Write about a silence that says everything
Use only questions to explore a difficult choice
Write a poem that begins with an apology
Write as if the moon is writing to the sun
Describe an emotion as if it were a person
Write a poem about something that never happened
Imagine a conversation between you and your past self
Write about a secret no one would believe
Describe a color without naming it
Write a poem set entirely in a single moment
Start with a knock at the door
Write a poem about forgetting someone on purpose
Describe your shadow’s side of the story
Write from the point of view of a mirror
Tell the story of your life using only metaphors
Write a poem that takes place in total darkness
Describe a relationship using only weather imagery
Write about what grows in the ruins
Use a single sound as the thread through the entire poem
Imagine you could speak to your fear — what would you say?
Write a poem as if it were the last thing you'll ever say
Describe a heartbreak without using the word "heart"
Write about something beautiful that scares you
Tell a story in reverse, ending with the beginning
Write a poem made entirely of overheard conversations
Write a letter to someone who will never read it
Imagine a world where no one can speak — only write
Write a poem set in a city that doesn't exist
Describe a wound that won’t heal — metaphorical or real
Write a poem in the form of a spell
Write from the point of view of your future self
Describe a dream that felt more real than life
Write about a door that never opens
Begin with “I remember the sound…”
Write a poem inspired by your favorite scent
Describe a character who cannot stop walking
Write a poem about an ending that came too late
Write about two things that can never meet
Create a poem using only colors as descriptions
Write about an ordinary object with extraordinary importance
Imagine the stars are speaking to you — what do they say?
Describe a farewell with no words
Write a poem based on an overheard rumor
Write about a place that doesn't want to be found
Begin with “No one told me…”
Write a poem from the perspective of an old photograph
Imagine the wind has a message for you
Describe the last time something felt truly new
Write a poem where each stanza is a different season
Start with “I never told you…”
Write about something lost in translation
Describe what it feels like to wait
Write a poem set in a forgotten town
Write as if you're waking up as someone else
Imagine your reflection has a life of its own
Write about something you’ve never admitted
Start with a color and let it take over
Describe a goodbye that felt like a beginning
Write a poem without using any punctuation
Begin with “If I could rewrite yesterday…”
Describe a place you’ve never been, but feel connected to
Write from the perspective of a book no one reads
Imagine your name had a secret meaning
Describe something that keeps returning
Write about love using only images from nature
Start with the phrase “This was not the plan”
Write a poem in the form of a conversation with an animal
Write a poem about an impossible choice
Describe a dream that someone else had
Write as if you’re writing from the bottom of the ocean
Start with “Before I knew your name…”
Write about a future you’re afraid of
Describe joy without using the word “happy”
Write a poem set in a single room
Create a poem that begins and ends with the same line
Describe a tradition that doesn’t exist
Write a poem about an imaginary friend who never left
Write from the point of view of a forgotten god
Start with “I was not ready…”
Describe what it means to be alone in a crowd
Write a poem about an object passed down through generations
Imagine a world where memories are bought and sold
Write a poem set in a language you don’t understand
Describe the moment you stopped believing in something
Start with “I keep dreaming of…”
Write about something invisible
Describe a journey without leaving your room
Imagine the sky is falling — what falls with it?
Write from the perspective of the last tree on Earth
Create a poem about transformation
Write about the first thing you ever lost
Start with “I buried it because…”
Write a poem where the weather mirrors your thoughts
Describe a world without sound
Write a poem as if time has paused

Begin with a question no one wants answered.
Write as if gravity stopped working for one day.
Describe a home you’ve never lived in but still miss.
Begin in the middle of an argument and don’t explain it.
Write from the perspective of a falling star.
Describe love using only mechanical imagery.
Begin with the line “Everyone disappeared at once.”
Imagine you are the last memory someone will ever have.
Write a poem using only instructions (e.g., “step one…”).
Describe what lives between seconds.
Write as if the earth is writing a diary.
Imagine the scent of grief and describe it.
Begin with “This is the part I never talk about…”
Write from the perspective of something melting.
Describe what hides in silence.
Imagine you woke up in someone else’s past.
Write about a map with no destination.
Begin with a riddle and unravel it as a poem.
Write a poem as if your body could talk.
Describe a fear that grows roots.
Write as if you're trapped in a moment forever.
Begin with a sound that doesn’t exist.
Write about a name you’ve forgotten but feel deeply.
Describe betrayal without using words of anger.
Imagine your dreams were someone else’s reality.
Write from the perspective of a message in a bottle.
Begin with “They warned me, but…”
Describe what remains after joy leaves.
Imagine your voice got lost — where did it go?
Write a poem about the space between letters.
Describe a day that repeats endlessly.
Write as if you’re becoming someone else mid-sentence.
Begin with an echo that won't stop.
Describe the sound of forgetting.
Write from the point of view of a shadow left behind.
Imagine a clock that runs on emotion instead of time.
Begin with “The sky cracked open…”
Write about a song that only you can hear.
Describe a truth you found by accident.
Write a poem as if the seasons refused to change.
Imagine color could bleed — what would it stain?
Begin with “I borrowed this from a stranger…”
Write from the perspective of the wind carrying news.
Describe the weight of silence between two people.
Write a poem in the form of a confession to nature.
Imagine a street that leads to nowhere — and stays there.
Begin with a warning etched in glass.
Describe a memory that never belonged to you.
Write about an emotion that escaped its name.
Begin with “This place doesn’t forgive easily…”
Describe a sky that reflects your regrets.
Imagine your breath could leave messages.
Write a poem about a scar that speaks.
Begin with a lullaby that disturbs instead of comforts.
Write from the perspective of the first lie ever told.
Describe a garden that grows only at night.
Imagine snow that burns instead of cools.
Begin with “The truth wore a disguise…”
Write about a language made only of touch.
Describe a poem that writes itself when you sleep.
Write as if light were a person chasing you.
Begin in the middle of someone else’s dream.
Write about something that disappears when named.
Imagine you can hear the thoughts of objects.
Begin with a knock that comes from inside you.
Write from the voice of something artificial discovering beauty.
Describe a season that doesn’t exist.
Imagine you're made of glass — what cracks first?
Begin with “It wasn’t supposed to end like this…”
Write a poem shaped like a question mark — metaphorically.
Describe an echo that lies.
Write as if you’re searching for a missing feeling.
Begin with the sentence “I never saw their face.”
Describe the morning after everything changed.
Write from the perspective of a candle remembering fire.
Imagine a world where people wear their memories.
Begin with the words “Some things refuse to be buried…”
Describe grief as if it were a house.
Write as if a storm wrote you a letter.
Imagine your spine holds stories — tell one.
Begin with a whisper no one hears but you.
Write about a promise that changed shape.
Describe joy as a place you can visit.
Imagine your name was a password to another life.
Write from the perspective of forgotten laughter.
Begin with a voice that doesn’t match the speaker.
Write a poem that feels like an unfinished sentence.
Describe the last word spoken by a dying star.
Imagine time collapses into one single second — describe it.
Write a poem about the smell of memory.
Begin with “I waited too long to…”
Write from the perspective of a heartbeat outside the body.
Describe a moment that never began but still ended.
Imagine you can only speak in colors — write the conversation.
Write a poem where gravity slowly fades away.
Begin with the phrase “This is where I disappear.”
Describe a thunderstorm as a character.
Write as if each word is a footstep away from truth.
Imagine a poem told through broken mirrors.
Begin with “I met myself yesterday…”

A Book Reminds Me…
A poem by: Olivia Williams
—-----------------------------

A book reminds me
I am alive
A book reminds me
I am loved
A book reminds me
I am seen
As well as heard
A book reminds me
Of worlds out there
That transcend
What is seen
A book reminds me
I can do anything
Until infinity
A book reminds me
About my past
That other people adventured  
Through the same things i have had too  
A book reminds me
Im me
Through strife
Through grief
Through love
And peace
It reminds me
Im human
I make mistakes
Some that can't
Be thought
About over again
A book reminds me
There's people out there
Who have seen worse
But it also reminds me
That my experiences
Are one in a million
But does not defeat
The pain that was caused
A book reminds me
i'm here
I'm alive
Im healthy
Im safe
A book reminds me
Of so much more
Because a book holds memories
Of pasts before
Were all different
With our
Bodies, minds, hearts, experiences, and souls
Mine is just another one
That is eagerly waiting
To be foretold

Hope washes in—
On my new boat.

Brushing against,
The new-strong,
Wooden planks.

Hopefully.
I can stay,
Afloat.

All Up In My Head
A Poem By: Olivia Williams.



All up in my head
Can't even go to bed
Just keep seeming to fret
still trapped in a loop
Like I'm caged in a coop
Fighting every night
Demons always picking fights
Losing my mind

How many times
Do I have to count
Schools getting hard
That's why I'm writing this
I'm still fighting
but when I'm bout to escape
I miss my chance

And The Voices in my head
Can't seem to help me focus on my work
Can't seem to help me sit still
Its like my head Is being pounded like a drill

I know somethings wrong
But how do I speak up?
My body doesn't feel right
I am still having a hard time
Falling asleep and waking up

The world goes by in slow motion
My brains in a fog
While it feels like the voices in my head
Are yelling at the top of their lungs

I'm all up in my head
Am I losing my mind?
I'm still trying to fight
But I'm not sure when my body will..
Break..
Will this make..
Me change

Will this take its time?
When I express my concerns
It feels like the response or “change”
Is taking eternity

I'm starting to fall apart
not only on the outside
But internally

I'm all up in my head
Writing this because I can't seem to go to bed
I'm stuck here staring at these pale yellow walls
Wondering if sleep will come..

If any at all
I'm still..
All up in my head.

Another year goes by,
Another year awaits.
What will each year be?
Well..I can’t stop thinking—
About all my mistakes.
All the times I lied,
I didn’t eat.
All the times,
I said I did my homework,
But I just procrastinated-
Accepted I’d never be good enough,
Accepted defeat.
I tried to hide myself within a disguise,
But how long will this last?
I guess I’ll have to wait,
As I have no choice.
Year after year,
Will keep going by.

One breath,
At a time.
One memory,
At a time.
One word,
At a time.
That all I need—
To keep going.
I just need to try,
For one at a time.
Till I can love myself,
Not leaving myself behind.

So many wounds— open scars,
Why didn’t I stand up for myself?
—have them put behind bars?

Bottled up feelings  
In the ocean tide
A little bottle
Riding the oceans
Falls and rises
It’s motions—
Rapid and fierce
Like a lion on the loose
The wave makes moves
Prieces like a knife
In the raging waves
Bottled up inside my Brain
Is all there hang onto everything that hurts
Till the waves knock me out
And I collapseright-then-and-there
Everything is all bottled up
Forever and always
Stuck in that little glass bottle
Stuck in those waves
I'll always be stuck
Left to decay--
In my own world
When I was betrayed

Broken Promises — a poem by Olivia
They hand me empty promises and lies
like gauze for wounds that are only slightly recognizable.
“You're a fighter though!” they say,
not realizing how much they’ve hurt me
with their actions and their words.
I slowly decay,
yet they say, “I’ll pray.”
But praying won’t help,
because you put my “cure”
out there like fixing one thing
will heal all the blurred lines
and begs that are yet to be heard.
You can stitch all my scars,
you can place gauze over bullets,
but that doesn’t fix all the outside and inside hurt
that’s tortured me behind more than just caged bars.
You pretend some don’t exist,
thinking changing one thing
can fix the rest.
You mistake my frustrated silence
for invisibility —
as if I don’t exist.
Everyone believes a “cure” or a “small fix”
can relieve some pain.
But the days draw long,
and the pain lives on.
My body is hurting
in more ways than one.
No one is listening
to the full story.
Am I not important enough
to get the help I need —
to literally survive
and keep going?
I feel like a burden
when people truly listen.
They try to help,
they try to “heal,”
but I am too far gone.
I’m the storm
raging in my own body,
leaking small streams
to be “discovered.”
They patch me up,
thinking one change is enough,
until I boil over
and yell, “I'VE HAD ENOUGH.”
When I blow,
I'm told,
“It’s your period,”
or “If you work on your anxiety, it’ll all go away!”
Yet YOU are the one that betrayed me.
YOU make those comments.
YOU think I WANT this?
I want my life back.
I want to live.
I want to exist.
I want to do everything
Everyone else can.
I wish I could eat
the biggest bowl of pasta
with tomatoes right now —
but It hurts.
I wish I could have something carbonated…
BUT IT HURTS.
I WISH I COULD LIVE PAIN FREE,
BUT MY BODY IS BREAKING ME APART.
I FEEL LIKE I'M FALLING WAY TO FAR!!!
I don’t want this life.
Someone, please hear me.
Every time you pretend to listen,
to hear,
you miss the end.
I’ve written it out before.
Your broken promises —
“Everything’s going to get better”
and “You’re a fighter” —
aren’t enough.
I know you’re trying.
But I’m falling apart.
And your broken promises
will never be enough.
I’m a burden.
I understand.
But please listen anyway.
My wounds are deep crevasses
that aren’t fixable
by a band-aid
or some gauze.
Please look at the full picture,
and don’t look at it
like there’s just one cause.
My body is like shattered glass
piercing into my soul.
My mind is a tornado
I can’t hide from.
They hand me prayers
like shredded paper
that’s supposed to “shield the pain,”
but it’s all in vain.
They always admit it’s easier
to patch a crack with a band-aid or gauze
than to fix the gaping holes
that are spewing thoughts,
pain,
shouts,
pleas for help
when no one is listening
to the true pain.
They say words like “strong,” and “fight,”
“Brave,” “Bold,” “persistent,” or a “warrior”
like those are the things
that will make it right.
But they say that
so they don’t have to sit
in the blood, sweat, and tears
of my broken body,
my storm-tossed mind,
the wreck inside me.
Those times in those offices,
while they spew how I should change.
But when I try to put those in play,
It's a grave mistake.
The clock ticks slower,
my mind races fast,
thinking one change of a medication,
one simple diet change,
will help all of these facts.
I won’t stand for people like this.
I want to live like a normal kid.
I want to exist.
I don’t want prayers.
I don’t need sympathy.
I just need help.
Please don’t give me broken promises.
I need more help
than what’s been given.
I’m not a lesson to be taught
on how to appear “fine.”
I’m not your charity case
holding a briefcase of lies.
I am HERE —
bleeding,
breaking,
falling apart.
Are YOU finally listening?
Don’t act like you know how to fix me.
Don’t act “smart.”
Just support me.
Will you be my support buddy?
Can you help me?

BURDEN
A Poem by Olivia Williams
Metal chains,
Weighing down
Blood-covered wrists.
No one has noticed or found.
Rocks on my shoulders,
Heavy and cracked,
Past repair.
Stuck in a storm of despair,
Repeated thoughts
That swarms my mind.
Tangled up in guilt,
No denying
That flicker I need
Always fades.
The people that love me
Always end up in my web of betrayals.
I scream in silence,
Either no one hears
Or no one cares.
A battle started,
With no way to win.
Fighting and fighting,
But this burden traps me within.
I feel their looks,
Always concerned.
I can't explain,
As I always blame myself, thinking,
“It’s my fault, I could have stopped it.”
I know this is what I’ve earned.
I try to speak,
And to explain,
But my burden
Drags everything—
Including my family and friends—
Farther and farther
Away.
This storm strips me of my life,
Of what I hope.
I drag them down
When I crash my boat.
One day I'll break.
They'll notice,
And fear
That I'll fall and break,
And I'll be too far beyond repair.
I push everyone close
With my smile,
Even though it's fake,
But then I push them back out.
I'm just afraid for them to see
How torn I truly am.
I want to heal,
I want to let go.
I'll always be the weight,
And the burden
That holds everyone
Apart.
Because when I share what I feel,
I tear others apart.
I burden everyone I see,
And I feel so bad.
Now I’m stuck in this loop—
Of pain, betrayal, getting help, and giving up—
With no way out.
This is my burden, always here.
I need people to listen—
PLEASE LISTEN!
PLEASE HEAR!!!

Clinking metal,
Cold against bruised skin.
Hope lost,
No where within.
Strength gone,
They stole from me.
I try to escape,
But my chains,
Forever hold me.
Inch thick,
Cement wall,
Chain attached,
Ive hope for escape,
But mental—
physical pain,
Seems to,
Forever last.
Chains are what’s holding me back.
Regret,
Pain,
Shame.
“Im not worthy”
“I’ll never be perfect”
“I’ll never be loved”
“I’ll never be safe”
“Im scared to grow up”
“I’ve already lost my faith”
And yet I'm here,
I’m alive,
But why do I feel so empty?
The answer is these chains,
That hold me tight.

Hit the breaks, no room for mistakes,
feeling like the world's about to quake.
Caught between the choices I've made,
lost in stormy weather on an abandoned lake.

No directions— no clear route to take,
so many choices — afraid which to make.

Blood is red,
Roses are dying,
Everything hurts.

Pain amping up,
So now—
I’m sitting here,
Crying.

For you dad! -Love- Olivia

Dad,
You always hold my hand
You always guide me through
I trust you with my heart
As your one I always knew
You held me at birth
And you hold me still
You hold your head up high
And hold mine up to
Your my protector
Your my angel
Your the one I’ll always love
You hold me up when I fall
You guide me from the dark
I love you so much dad
More than words can say
I love you to infinity and beyond
And To the moon and back
Your heart guides me through
All the struggles I face
You block everything
When life gets in the way
“I love you dad”
I’ll always pray

Day turns to night
The faint yellow glow
of the streetlamp
Illuminates the-now deserted
Roadway

A quiet hum of birds
Are the only thing filling
The silenced city

The sun now sinks low
Dusk to midnight
All goes mute
The flicker of
house lights
Are only visible
In the soft mist

all goes to sleep
In bed- without a peep

Day to night
Dusk to midnight
Midnight to day
The cycle continues
Waiting to repeat
Another day

I’m not afraid.
I know I’ll decay,
Time runs out,
And we all fall away.

Each life is a blessing,
I already had 2.
Both my other lives,
Were tragic.
Cursed by life’s ways,
—magic.  
And I hope this one,
Won’t be too.

I keep on fighting,
It’s in my blood.
Coursing my veins—
Is strength,
Tightening strong.
My other lives,
I gave up.

I was only little,
I messed up.
My other life I passed away.
Cancer took my life away.
Now Im here,
Each day I still fight,
No matter what pain,
My life,
Spites.

Death.
Is not something,
Im afraid of.
I’ll just be reborn again,
Sure I’ll be sad,
To leave this life behind.
When my time comes.
But Im not afraid,
Of death,
The way.
Most people are.

Death is natural,
I am still a fighting star.
I won’t give up,
I plan to live as long as possible.
And won’t let life,
Take me up.

Disguise- TW
A Poem by Olivia Williams
———-
I wear this mask,
It's my disguise,
It's my so-called "true person,"
But I have a secret—
It's hiding who I am.
I play on my smile,
Laugh around others.
When I'm asked to do something,
I have to gather myself together,
To put on the mask,
Heave a sigh,
Put on a smile,
And pretend I'm alright.
That day,
School dragged like chains,
And I lost my belief in whether the world was kind.
I was taught I'm worthless,
That my “type of people” didn’t belong.
So now, with my mask, I hide it all.
Afraid to trust anyone and everyone.
I do what I'm told,
I rarely falter,
Because when I do,
I feel like a disappointment.
Afterward,
I don't want people to see that I can't do it,
Because of how I gave up trying that day.
I over-explain every detail,
Because I had to do that to survive.
From what feels like not too long ago,
This mask hides me
And my personality,
Because I don't want to let it loose.
Only people I trust see the real me,
And even they
Don't see it all.
I have two sides,
Both are semi-hidden.
You only get to know
Half of each.
Once I can trust you,
You'll know both full versions of me.
I can be mean,
I can be rude,
I can be an "angel,"
Or sweet, or "look cute,"
But I can turn in a second
And snap right back.
If you push my buttons,
You'll find it out—
Exact.
I'm torn between both sides,
Of sticking up and speaking out for myself,
But I fear I will be rejected and pushed past my point,
And then I will be hurt more,
Physically and mentally,
Then I was before.
What if they don’t like the full version?
What if they don’t like the “real me”?
What if they push me, I fall,
They laugh,
And use me for their own greed?
If I show them my broken side,
Then they notice I need help,
But if I unleash everything,
Then I’m hurting them and myself.
I’m afraid to lose the people I’ve gathered,
Because they love me for who I am now.
But I can’t help but think,
“Will they after?”
I don’t think I will ever be able
To take off a FULL mask,
Because they will always want the “other side” as well.
And I don’t want my other person in me
To go too far and start to tell.
It gets exhausting keeping to half a side,
Not being on one full or both at the same time.
Each day gets heavier,
These chains weigh me down.
Keeping up both hidden sides,
Keeping up this lie,
The longer the sides dig deep inside,
The more I lose each portion,
Forever lost inside.
I hate keeping up
With certain places’ requirements.
I want to break the rules,
So they can learn
There are others out there.
Don’t you dare mess with me,
I’ve seen my share.
With this mask I hide in,
I see the inner secrets no one
Wants me to share.
I know everything,
And if you
So much as flinch and mess with me or my crowd,
You’ll see my other side of the mask,
And then
You won’t be so proud.
I’m sick of letting people push me in,
So now I’m pushing back,
And I’m not afraid to get in.
I hope you recognize
That I have other sides.
Most of my family
Doesn't know even one full side,
But I try to be the "perfect person,"
Because I can't take criticism.
I’ll just shut down.
That’s how I defended myself
When I couldn’t then.
I still can't know
I’m told to
“Be more,” “do more,”
“Be more like this.”
I try and try,
I’m so tired and worn.
I cry and fight
To be who I’m not,
Because I never feel right.
But now,
I’m hiding my mask,
Stronger than ever,
Waiting to unleash it
To those who push me.
I hid who I am,
My beliefs,
My identity,
What I like,
And what I don’t.
I act different per each person—
What side of me do you know?
But when I have on my disguises,
Which one don’t you know?

Scratched
Worn
Splintered  
Torn
I hang on
But who knows how long

This piece of driftwood
In the open—raging sea
Pummeling me and this driftwood
Far away from land
In a surging storm
Me at to rip away the weak

I try so much
I cry all day
I beg for mercy
On most of my days
This pain
The nausea
The dizzy spells
All the times I *****
Because I can’t keep things down

Or how about my anxiety
My hallucinations too
It’s not fair
That the medication isn’t doing
what it’s supposed too

I try and try
But I fail and fall
And I collapse
So much
Ive fainted before

If you ask me if
“Im alright”
I’ll say “Im fine”
And move on with my life
Because no matter
What I have to keep fighting
I know that Theve tried
I know there trying
But what there doing isn’t enough
And I’m hurting

So here I am
On a driftwood out to sea
Fighting brutal storm
Pushing me
I don’t know the last time
I was free

But
At least I know
I have energy left
To keep up the mask
And I know that in this space
I can be me
And spill out
My battles

Like this painful
Ride
Whitch I will try
To fight
And let myself be me

-FIRE IN MY VEINS-
A SONG/ POEM: BY
OLIVIA WILLIAMS

INTRO
———-
I've been fighting for my life
Now I'm putting my foot down
If you cross me again
You’ll see inner strength now  
I’m done being bound
You said you trusted me
I trusted back  
A relationship. but,
Now you broke my life apart
Shattered it like glass  
So now I’m done with that
I've been torn apart
I've lost a couple hearts
My hope wrecked like a boat
On a rocky shore
Not afloat  
I screamed for help
But on one came
I was struggling then
With those to blame
I’m taking control
I’m not stepping down
You can stand back
Or you can JOIN ME NOW


CHORUS
——————
I was broken,
I was bleeding,
I was pleading,
I was screaming.
I wasn’t fighting,
Now I have fire in my veins.

Skin strong- like a tigers mane
Your bout to meet,
The real me, no glam.
I’m not a fan.
BAM.
I am in your face,
LIKE WAM.
You expected- grace?
HAH, NO..
I was silent,
Now I speak.
Seriously!? You think I’m weak!?
Try bleeding on the streets,
Face down.  concrete!
Oh! I don’t think you’ve looked at me!?
I’m rising from the deep.
So are you going to guess,
Who your about to meet?  
HAH- ITS ME

BRIDGE
————
From ashes, I rise
From fear, I thrive
You think I’ll decline?
Watch me put up a fight.
Strength in my breath,
Heart beating slow,
Anxiety fading,
Watch my power grow.
Ashes and chains—
You think I’m afraid?
Watch who you blame.
DON’T make this mistake.
I’ve got fire and flame,
Strength and pain.
I won’t take the blame—
You’ve done nothing but cause hurt and shame.
Now I’m dropping the weight of chains,
And I feel it—truly, in my veins.


VERSE 1
————
you call me insane
You think I’m untamed
I’m breaking through  
You think Im stupid
I’m foolish- a clown
In your carnival games  
Your actions are crazy
You act careless and lazy
Treating me like a baby

My life is turning around
Your actions and others
Have ripped me apart
Like paper and blades  
I’m going to put up a fight
If you think you can play me
With your stupid games
I’m not taking peoples stupidity
Not all these lies  
I’m standing up
If you test me
We’re DONE
I won’t swallow your remarks
I won't shy away- your pain
You don’t want to test me
Because I'm stronger than you believe  

I got fire coursing
Brain is flooding  
So DON'T make the same mistakes.
I’m not putting on the breaks  
Fire in my veins
Taking the reigns
Blood boiling like steam
Energy rising
Like light from a beam
Stress fading like the storm you caused  
im taking control
It’s not taking a toll  
You want me to hit pause?
No! LOOK AT ME NOW
Fire is my strength
And it’s stampeding through my veins

CHORUS
————-
I was broken,
I was bleeding,
I was pleading,
I was screaming.
I wasn’t fighting,
I got fire in my veins.

Skin strong- like a tigers mane
Your bout to meet,
The real me, no glam.
I’m not a fan.
BAM.
I am in your face,
LIKE WAM.
You expected- grace?
HAH, NO..
I was silent,
Now I speak.
Seriously!? You think I’m weak!?
Try bleeding on the streets,
Face down.  concrete!
Oh! I don’t think you’ve looked at me!?
I’m rising from the deep.
So are you going to guess,
Who your about to meet?  
HAH- ITS ME


BRIDGE
————
From dark- I've grown
I sit- on a Throne
No more chains
That kept me bound
Look! It’s the real me!
It’s she, who I've found!
I won’t take your blame
You think Its funny?
Like it’s your game?
Well, your out of luck,
Remember my name


VERSE 2
—————
I’m done hiding the pain,
No more tears in the rain.
Every scar has made me stronger,
No more running, no more hiding.
I will always keep fighting,
I faced the dark, I faced the storm,
Found the fire that keeps me warm.
I’ve fought battles deep inside,
Where broken memories and fears collide.
But now I’m rising, breaking chains,
From those who left me to take the blame
Leaving behind all the stains.
The past can’t hold me anymore,
I’m stronger than I was before.
You thought I’d break and fall,
But I’m standing tall through it all.
Stronger now, I claim my reign,
Fire blazing through every vein.
I’m the storm you can’t contain,
And I’m never backing down again
CHORUS
————-
I was broken,
I was bleeding,
I was pleading,
I was screaming.
I wasn’t fighting,
I got fire in my veins.

Skin strong- like a tigers mane
Your bout to meet,
The real me, no glam.
I’m not a fan.
BAM.
I am in your face,
LIKE WAM.
You expected- grace?
HAH, NO..
I was silent,
Now I speak.
Seriously!? You think I’m weak!?
Try bleeding on the streets,
Face down.  concrete!
Oh! I don’t think you’ve looked at me!?
I’m rising from the deep.
So are you going to guess,
Who your about to meet?  
HAH- ITS ME

OUTRO
————
Candle bright,
Guiding the night,
Stronger than you think,
I’m ready for more.
I want to be more than who I am
I want to make an imprint,
On the ground where I stand.
This is my story told,
In courage, fierce and bold,
Standing tall, I’ve named—
For sure-
I HAVE CLAIMED!
FIRE IN MY VEINS!!

Flower
-A short story-
Olivia williams

     A meadow with a girl surrounded by grass and flowers of all types, shapes, sizes, and colors. Out of all of them, there is a very unique and special yellow rose whose petals feel like fur and whose patterns are different and special.
    The patterns consist of many yellow and white polka dots and the special, strange rose is as big as the girl's hand. She picks the flower, curious, happy, and calm, admiring its beauty as her brown hair flows in the soft mild wind. Other kids are playing tag around her, but she feels different, as they are all surrounded by different flowers, and the yellow rose is alone. She takes it home, plants it in her garden, and cares for it. Soon, the flower grows like no other, but it's still alone.
       The girl picks a petal daily, and each petal gives her a new adventure, task, a new experience in her life. The new experience leads to things both good and bad. The flower becomes a guide for her, helping her navigate through everything. For every boulder she pushes, it still seems to bring her down, but with the help and pride of watching her flower grow, she gets through all the ups and downs of life. Soon, she becomes a teenager, but still, the flower is there, leading her through some of the toughest and most crucial points of life.
    One breezy fall evening, bundled in her fall coat, white hat, and white mittens, she ventures through her neighborhood and to school. Soon she realizes, as she grows closer, that even though it is a weekend, the gates are open. She steps from the pavement to the grass and she can almost feel the soft grass through her sneakers.
      After a walk, she notices that all the flowers are picked dry and soon learns that the flowers the other children had gave them irresistible options, and the flowers made them rich and cruel. As days go on, she gets bullied for not being like her other classmates. One foggy night, she returns from school and sits down on her bed, frustrated, upset, and angry with her so-called “friends”. They seem to make fun of her so much. After she eats supper, she goes to water her rose but as soon as she touches it, the petals and her hand glow.        
       The glowing spreads through her body and she feels different and strange. Soon she notices the new power that Rose has given her. It had given her the power of strength, the power to never give up, the power of hope. She no longer feels angry and comes to terms with her situation. She decides that she needs to learn to love herself for who she is and after a while becomes a unique and special flower, just like that unique, special yellow polka dot Rose.

Friend- a poem
By: Olivia Williams
———
We can talk all night,
Spill secrets and gossip all day,
Talk about cute boys and girls,
Or those who betray.
We can go shopping in the mall.
Swimming in the pool.
I need new people,
Because I trust very few.
My health is deteriorated,
I know that’s a fact.
I just want someone by my side,
Who knows how to cheer me up,
Pull back my hair,
When I’m sick.
laugh till we both CANT breath.
I just wish for a person,
who’s someone knew.
I wish someone would talk too me,
Better than some others do,
It’s true.
I struggle day and night,
To build trust in the people I have,
To be honest,
I need to start anew!
Will you be my friend?
To infinity and beyond,
Is the word in my family.
We love, and carry, and trust.
to infinity and beyond,
And I need a new person,
Who respects that too,
Be my friend.
And we’ll connect.
I need to be more open,
So let’s be friends.

GOD-
A POEM

(NOTE: TOPIC BASED OFF RELIGION)

——————
You ruined my life
I called you my savior
You didn’t help me when I needed it
You could’ve saved me but you didn’t
I was hurt
You ignored me
I was crying
You never saved me
You didn’t give me a sign you were there
You never helped me
You left me in despair
I hate you god
You left me on this path to die
You ignored my screams and cries
You left me in the dust
Smoke filling my eyes
Now Im blind to kindness
I almost didn’t survive
I’m not going to heaven
And I don’t care about hell
You are an idiot for thinking you are better than them all
You ruined my life
Yeah
That’s for sure
You ruined my life
You left me for dead
You didn’t save me when I needed you
You hurt me in strife
You never gave me a sign
It’s all your fault
You didn’t give them consequences  
You never gave me revenge
I can’t believe
You left me for dead
It’s all your fault god
Thanks for nothing
You ruined my life
Thanks..
For leaving
Me in strife
Because
I've found myself
Ive build myself back up
When you let them break me down
Now I hate you
So
I don’t thank you
God

God- a poem
P2
(NOTE: TOPIC BASED OFF RELIGION)
——————
I’m sick of people telling me that god “Exists”
He’s an idiot for thinking I’d love him
He didn’t save me then
He never gave me a sign
He never ONCE
Said anything
I don’t want to die
That’s not what I’m getting too
I’m getting to the point
That when I was in danger
When I needed god
You weren’t there
You never saw what I did
Nobody understands
I don’t like god
He comes up with all this crap
Just to make people believe
He’s the “Worthy” one
He’s stupid
He’s dumb
He’s an idiot
For thinking
I’ll ever love him enough
People need to wrap there minds around the fact I’ll never accept
Him as any religion
Especially when Ive grilled that Im an atheist
Always
I’ll think this
It’s not just that he didn’t save me
He never came when I was healing
He came up with the stupid “bible”
Just to spread his words
It seems dumb
And it’s all fake
Just to make people love him
I'M AN ATHEIST
AND
I DON'T WANT TO DIE
Someone please understand
The reason why!

Hello all,
I’m back :)
Im still really struggling— I loved vacation,
But as always things went wrong, but I did have time to work on a bunch of poems in my free time, they’ll arrive on here soon.

please be patient as I work through my health, my work, and trying to also balance family time.
I have a new poem i am ESPECIALLY excited for, but I won’t reveal yet..
thanks for supporting me so far, Im keeping you all waiting— so I apologize.
Love- Olivia :)
(Shout out to my cousin Abby HELLO,, :)..  Who has helped me —NOT ONLY, work through writers block on vacation, BUT also is a new follower/supporter). (Love you Abby!!!)

Good afternoon, fellow poets.
I have updates on my new story- “The Sea Blazer”

1st story release- end of July.
2nd story release- end of August.
3rd-and final story release- end of September.

1st story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the battle of Night Jaw.”

2nd story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the battle of the gods.”

3rd story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the secret of Treasure Cove.”

That’s all for the update! Thanks y’all for your support!
-Olivia :)

Hello y’all!
My name is Olivia Williams,
And if you are just meeting me or seeing my page..

WELCOME!!
I want to do a quick vote in the comments of YOUR favorite poem (pick ONLY 1 PLS :))
AND  do a vote as well if you WOULD LIKE to see previews of my future BOOKS on my page as well!?
It would be greatly appreciated if I could get some Input so I know what y’all are into writing-wise!
Thanks to those who have supported me so far, and welcome to all newcomers!
-your writer:
Olivia Williams :)

Hello fellow poets,
Welcome if your new—
Hello to friends Ive made.

I thought I’d let you know,
Im going to camp next week.
So I’ll be gone all week.
With NO access to ANY electronics,
So I won’t post next week AT ALL!
I will post AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.
This rest of the week— into weekend.
Love y’all!!
<3  :)
   -Olivia

Hi yall,
Remember when I said I was going to camp next week?
   ...well...it is actually the following week..I apologize for this--as i just realized my mistake after my parents mentioned starting to bringing out our suitcases.
  
Thanks yall-- for your understanding and I sincerely apologize for the confusion!
- Olivia

Holding on
Holding tight
On a rollercoaster ride
Of life

Handle bars
Cranking shut
Seatbelt fastened
Taunt
Hands fly up in the air
Ups and downs
Crying— frowns
Laughing and giggles

Begs for freedom
Yet Im holding on SO tight
Hoping for some control
I WILL keep fighting
I AM enough
I AM worthy
I AM loved
I CAN do this
I CAN be anything

On this rollercoaster
There is no limits
Except for your restraint
Whitch is your border
Of dying and life
As long as your on it
Your free to fly

You can build ups and downs
Change frowns to smiles
Do twists at ever corner
Hook them into it
No matter what your going thorough
Keep fighting

And DONT be afraid
To hold on tight
Because
Everyone gets afraid
It’s a part of life
You can take me word
You can follow your path

Choices you make
Will have and impact and last
I wish you luck
On your adventures
Brave soul
If you ever need me

I’m holding on tight too
So DONT be afraid
If you need someone to hang on too

I am NOT my old self
A poem- By: Olivia Williams
——————

You still blabber on,
as if I haven’t changed yet.
You’ve bended the way I've grown  
You’ve put out my steady fire—
my true flame—
When I fought to make that new one,
In the first place.  

You think I haven’t mended
You think I won’t have “bad” days
You think I’m still following all the demands,
That old cycle,
The betrays,  
And my old ways.
Down the worn-soaked path of love and hate.


I am fighting for independence,
I am fighting to be free,
Sure, I've made mistakes!
BUT that SHOULD NOT define me.

I am strong enough,
I am loved enough,
I am brave enough,
I am outspoken,
I am ME.
mistakes shouldn’t be the “NEW” me.
I shouldn’t have to mend,
To be the daughter,
You wish I could be.

I'm admitting to my past.
I've made lots of mistakes,
I’ve had to learn the hard way,
I accept my consequences.
I am old enough to recognize,
That I'm being hurt,
And I should be stronger than that,

It’s funny how you remember the worst,
When I’ve already changed.
It’s funny how you can recount,
ALL my mistakes.
It’s funny how you pretend it still affects you,
It was many years ago.
Or how it might have been a month ago,
But you won’t let it go.
You pretend my worst is all I am,
Like I’m just a pessimistic kid.

you still haven’t seen,
All parts of me.
I'm MUCH more than that,
I still keep secrets,
The good-kind at least.
Like the birthday surprises,
Or some of my beliefs.

Believe what you want,
Replay what comforts you,
When you fall asleep at night.
DON'T expect to see the girl you think of,
Because I've been more than ”changed”.

I’ve outgrown my old skin
Reshaped my life
Like a mold
I’ve risen above the stars
When you look up
You won’t see one tiny star
You’ll see a galaxy of light

I’m NOT my old self
And you should know that now
I want to be better
So..come..join me now.

Why do I cry?
Why do I feel sad?
Why do I feel worthless?
Why do I feel bad?

Why do I feel like,
I’ll never be enough?
Why do I feel,
I’ll never be tough?

Why do I think…
I’m brave enough?
Why do I think,
I can stand up,
For what’s right?
Why do I struggle,
With all the,
Simple things in life?

Why do I hate,
The thought,
Of being alone?
Why do I feel,
Like I’m stuck in a black hole?

Why do I fight back?
Why do I lie?
Why didn’t I protect myself…
That day i almost died?

All these “whys” inside my head.
All these questions,
Not answered.
Just left on “read”
Taking up space inside my brain.
Rent free,
Causing so much pain.

I still ask,
“Why.”

Hello!
It’s me again. :)

I am leaving for VACATION!!
Literally tomorrow (Friday, jul 18).
And I won’t be back until next week!
I’m seeing my dad’s family up north in cabins for the week!
And going on the e-foils :).   :).      
Anyways!
Love you all and your support!
I’ll always be here
Forever and always
To infinity and beyond
I will be back
(Im going to go have fun now.  :)

-Olivia.  :)

I can’t seem to take a breath
Just can’t seem to breath
Just can’t seem to find a moment
Where I can think about..
Me
Can’t seem to find a path
That accepts me for me
I can’t seem to take a breath
And I can’t seem to find what I need
To live
To breath
To thrive
To achieve
To love
To laugh
To fight
This path
Those red eyes
That knife
That stabs me
In the back
Through my heart
Into my soul
Up my head
Down my throat
Pulling everything out
Breaking me down
Can’t seem to breath
At all right now
With everything that’s going on
I just keep trying to push strong

“But you can’t” he shames

“YEAH I CAN” i say

“You’ll just fail” he mocks

“NO I WON'T” I pray

“Your not worthy” he demands

“YOU KEEP HURTING ME EVERYDAY”  

you’ll never be enough” he mimics

“STOP“ i yell

“You never be great”

“PLEASE” i scream

“you’ll never be safe”

“HAVE MERCY ON ME”

“YOU DON'T DESERVE LOVE” he bellows

“STOPPPPPP” I whimper

“ILL CONTROL YOU FOREVER” He roars

“NOOOOOOOOOOO” i say

“YOUR MINE FOREVER, THERE'S NO ESCAPE, YOU'RE MY HOSTAGE, I'M THE ONE INCHARGE! IM THE ONE IN THIS CAPE!!!” He howls

I need to find my power
i need to escape this pain
I need mercy
On myself
I need someone else
To take away some of my pain
I feel like I’m not enough
Every single day
Someone please help me
I can’t seem to take a breath
I can’t seem to breath
Right now
Will you help me
….escape?

I'm givin a gift.
I'm givin,
A story.
I'm givin,
Fun.
But I've been hurt before,
And I know all good things,
Turn bad.
whatever I'm given--
Never stays good.
I guess I realize,
That I know what comes.
From good to bad,
In a split Second,
Like the flip of a switch,
I know what comes.

IM DONE
—————-
I’m tired to trusting people,
Who never ran the mile.
Trusting someone,
I had known was sketchy,
Has never been worthwhile.

Im tired,
Of giving someone something,
For them to never return it back.
I’m tired of them walking all over me,
Like a door mat.

I’m tired of people,
taking advantage of my kindness,
And using it to turn me,
Against the people I love.

I’m tired— SICK AND TIRED,
OF THEM RUINING MY LIFE.
I AM STRONGER THAN THAT.
IM CHANGING,
SO I CAN BE HAPPY,
AGAIN.

All those times,
You ran over my kindness.

All those times,
You took advantage of the chances.
I gave.

All those times,
you said you were there for me,
But then YOU LEFT.

YOU LEFT—when I needed you.

YOU LEFT—hurting me more.

All of your lying…
IM DONE!
IM FINALLY—
DONE!

“I need help”
I call
When I just keep seeming to fall
“I need strength”
I beg
To the world
When I’m sad
“I need a hug”
I beg
When I’m crying
Sometimes in shame
I need help
I need strength
I need love  
I need faith
I need hope
I need courage
I need help
Every day
To make it through the day
I need help with life
When it leads me
The wrong way
Into strife
I need help
When I take a wrong turn
I need help
This path I've been on
It’s been so
Wrong
It’s so long
It gets worse
When I fall
So I’m thankful
I can say
I need help
No matter where I am in life
No matter the path I take
I make mistakes
I fall
I cry
I take things for granted
But Im human
And every once in a while
I need help

Good,
evening, morning, or afternoon-
all poets and writers.
I have some news.

After camp I have recently been really struggling with A-LOT of my physical and mental health issues. (I also have to attend more appointments, and get more extensive exams-for better test results-)

I am really ill, in lots of pain, and need some time to recover.
ALL dates including those of the “Sea Blazer” is postponed until further notice. I WILL still write…I just…I can’t do what was intended, with how much Im hurting.

Hopefully you all understand, please help support me as I fight through this. thanks for all your support so far.

Love- Your writer:
Olivia
Willams.

I tried to follow the map,
It was a trap.
It soon vanished,
I have a clue.

If it’s who I think it is.
They’re coming back soon.  

Each winding turn,
Every breath burned.
Each demon,

The blood,
Visions.
All flooding.
My brain.

Each turn.
A major mistake.
I wish I could fix,
My head.
I can’t even go to bed.

The hallucinations,
Each time.
My brain is tricking me,
I know it’s true.

How long can I last?
Before I collapse?

There after me,
All day,
Every day,
Im never free.

Struggling-
They silence me,
With words.
Claiming Im trouble,
Claiming I’ll never be enough,
Claiming Im not tough enough.

They stole me map,
A bit ago,
Like a had suspected before.
Im losing my way,
The path,
No longer paved.
The road signs,
Lost in mist.
They programmed,
In place.
Like they ceased to exist.

For now— to stay alive,
I obey.
If I don’t,
They’ll surely come back,
Another day,  
To make sure I decay.

I remember…
———————-
I remember your slobbery kisses,
That covered my face.
I remember your hugs,
To which you spared no grace.
I remember your eyes,
So full of life,
And your smile,
That even with bad breath,
Would light up my world.
I remember your tail,
That would swing,
With joy at every little word.
And how you’d tilt your head,
Whenever we said something you loved.
The word “treat” would bring joy in your eyes,
And your legs became spunky,
As you bolted to the cabinet,
Or when you chased your favorite toy.
Your ears would jump,
As you were to catch your ball,
While you sprinted to chase it,
And prevent it from escaping to the woods.
I love you Toby,
I’ll always remember,
I know you don’t have long.
No matter what,
I love you always,
And I always have.
With everything that happens,
No matter how vocal or mad you are,
I’ll love you forever Toby.
Past infinity.
Past and past,
So very far.

I was forced,
To give my heart.
I was forced,
To give my soul.
I was forced,
to give my thoughts.
I was forced to,
To give all of me,
As a whole.
They didn’t show no mercy.
Each attack.
They didn’t get karma,
I didn’t get revenge.
They served my life,
On a ******,
Platter.
They used me,
To there full extent.
Know I’m left wondering,
If I’ll ever come back.
To my childhood,
I dreamed of.
That I thought was perfect.
But those 2 years,
In school.
THAT day.
a physical scar,
That life,
Is a force,
That can rip your,
Life away in a second.
I still think why I let this happen.
The answer,
Is the threats.
I will forever live,
That what happened,
wasn’t true.
But I can’t help but wonder…
What would have changed—
If I had spoken up more?
If I had told them right away?
If I had fought?
But,
I was forced.
now I worry,
That even now,
I’m left here to decay.

I WATCH
A Poem- TW -HEALTH ISSUES-
—————
I watch myself
From across the room.
My heart beats fast.
My brain spins.
My body feels
Like it’s tingling,
Like it’s truly not there.
I watch myself
Do things that aren’t me.
My hand moves
As if I turned an unknown key.
My mouth speaks words
I sometimes don’t know.
I constantly feel like I’m in a hazy fog,
In a world of the unknown.
I feel dizzy,
And suddenly, time stops.
I try to move,
But nothing works.
I try to make eye contact,
But my vision is blurred.
People’s words drown out,
The world goes silent.
I feel unheard.
Then everything comes rushing back,
Like bubbles coming to the surface.
I continue with what was said before,
Not realizing everyone’s staring at me weird.
I’m confused, but they don’t say a thing,
And I continue as normal,
Not sure what happened.
I have panic attacks.
After each one,
I feel like my body is going to explode.
My head pounds hard.
My heart beats fast.
My body shakes uncontrollably.
It always seems to last.
I still don’t feel okay,
But it’s an everyday thing.
I feel out of my body,
Like a ghost turned to dust,
Like I’m watching myself perform tasks
That I’m pretty sure I’m not.
Many times,
I feel as if I’m out of my body,
Or like I’m spacing out
And losing my memory.
I’m unsure of why,
But my body feels like a crumbling brick wall
That gets built up and knocked down.
It’s wall after wall,
Never that strong.
I still watch,
I still wait,
As my vision dims again,
And words are incoherent,
Like I’m drowned out by the noise of a freight train.
I scream in silence,
As my body falls asleep.
My eyes feel like rocks,
Sinking to the bottom of a sandy reef.
I will always watch,
And watch,
As time goes on.
I’m glad my friends understand,
But I’m contemplating
If something is wrong.
And yet, I will
Watch.

Hello, I am going no contact for over a week, i am dealing with alot and getting the help I need. Thanks for your support, I will lose all contact at 8 pm tonight.
Thanks-
Olivia.

Mom- p2
——
Mom
Your arms are always open
To comfort and guide
You eyes always light up when you smile
Or when you laugh
Your hugs always comfort when I cry
You ears are always open
To listen, never judge
Your love is unconditional
your as gentle as a dove
Your kindness shines
Through
Your love
Never gone
You shine a light down my path
When I’m in fog
Your heart always holds
A place in my heart
I love you mom
Were connected like stars
The moon is you
Bright and soothing
Your light leads the way
When people betray
Your strength picks me up
When I’ve fallen down
I love you mom
More than you could imagine
We’re forever connected
No matter how much we fall down

Mom- p3
———
Mom,
You’ve filled my days
With hugs and love
You brushed away tears
Along with Silencing life’s fears
You guided when I lost light
Hugged, cried
Laughed
Lied
Surprised
And
Sang
All the days
And nights away
You’ve filled my days
With unconditional love
And given peace to my heart
As my mom
Your my strength that guides
Me no matter how far I stray
Away from
Life’s days.

(CONTENT WARNING!!!- BLOOD, VIOLENCE, DEATH, SENSITIVE TOPICS- ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES)

MY BATTLEGROUND
A Poem, By Olivia Williams
Nights draw long.
The clock ticks slow.
So slow, the seconds snap thin like rubber bands.
Each snap feels like a weight of remembrance; eventually, it has started to take a toll.
While each minute drags like forever eternity,
As if eternity is even bothered by the pain.
My heart beats fast,
As visions grow.
The pain inclines.
Then the shadow man comes, and will never seem to go,
Drenched in blood,
Hollow eyes staring everywhere.
The tint of vengeance,
Of revenge,
Of horror.
The night,
His shadow,
Long and stretched,
Like a long blood-filled river,
This fate
That led me
ALMOST TO DEATH.
That night,
The man,
His cold presence
Turning me away,
Metallic smell
And taste
Filling my body,
Making me gag
In fear.
His eyes,
Still blood red,
That chase with a ****** knife,
Coated in others' mess,
Of others, he's ruined.
I think he’s…
Looking for me next,
As he pierces the knife
One by one.
The silence
Envelopes me,
The guilt,
Of chains,
Cold metal against bruised skin,
Clinking, against a solid white-concrete wall,
Locked in all white, nothing left for me to have.
Smell of must and smoke.
Chains of shame,
For trying to speak out but failed.
When I should have kept quiet,
So I'm not a burden,
Even though
I could have survived if I spoke.
I still want to scream,
But I'm caught in a web of…
“I should have spoken.”
“I should have stopped it.”
“I could have fixed this.”
“I could have protected myself.”
“Now I'm hurting the people I love….”
Yet I'm being pulled down by
Each outspoken recommendation,
Like I'm stuck in quicksand
With no escape.
Yet again,
He mocks,
Shames,
Yells,
Blames,
And buckles
Restraints.
I'm stuck
In these chains.
They hold me down…
Too well.
And they rattle and shake,
Bringing not only pain
But a reminder
Of the freedom
Never felt.
The rocks
He heaves
Onto my shoulders.
Never free.
The struggle
Of guilt.
I didn't fight back
When I should have.
Maybe I wouldn't
Have to deal with the
Internal pain now.
The weight,
I fall
As I'm tripped.
I call
In fear,
Thinking I'm about to be hit.
I yell,
Trying to get revenge.
The pain
Had taken control with guilt
Of sharing these thoughts.
“Am I… to blame?”
My friends,
They help
And sometimes
Distract,
But never for long,
As they disappear
On their path.
It's not fair,
I swear,
I fight,
But cry.
I punch,
I will try.
“NO!” he yells
And kicks me away.
I guess I'll never grow my wings and fly away.
I can only dream
Of a gorgeous escape.
The man,
His blood,
That taint
And taste
Will pull me back
To this loop of pain,
From this ****** nightmare.
I'm drowning
In my thoughts,
The whirl
Of a storm brewing,
Out of control.
Pain is like waves
Stabbing into the rocky shore
Where boats of hope crash
And are pummeled apart.
Wooden remains, on a decaying beach
Sand no longer there, trees laying face-down
Past repair.
The voices of survivors echo,
Asking for help,
But the wounds are so deep,
Gashes gaping and flowing,
A deep crimson and rose-red
Fill the once vibrant water.
The blood—
That's so thick,
I never hear their cries,
As their boats sink too,
And their lifeless bodies take the last dive into the waves before smashing into the rocky shore.
And the empty silence fills my mind of memories that I don't want to re-live.
But the blood covering this sea of people—and me,
Is taking control.
My breath feels heavy,
As if water and blood were pulling me down.
The flashbacks,
The fear that wraps and claws further and further to my throat,
Tightening with every vision that comes to light.
Will I ever get out?
I yell,
But all he does is laugh and say,
“NO!!!”
This blood,
The stain,
Both in life,
Forever
Engrained
In my memory,
Like a cracked mirror, broken pieces.
Glass in my feet,
Each shard, each bit
Representing broken hopes and thousands of mistakes I wish I could undo.
Of that fate
I was left
When no one has listened.
I tried to tell them,
But they all denied
The evidence,
Right there.
Especially those bruises.
The pain of laying there,
My own blood
Passing out,
Waking up,
No one caring that I was there,
No one noticing, that I needed help,
And that this has become my life because of this all.
With constant
24/7 battle
Of that knife,
That chase,
My blood,
The screams
Of others he chases.
A mix between THAT day and dream.
My battleground,
My life,
Has become a gruesome fight.
I don't know when the knife man will take me,
But on the battleground,
Trying to protect,
That is where I'll fall.
On the battleground,
For sure,
Is where
If anything,
I've lived through it all.
No matter what,
I will always fall,
But through it all,
I will always breathe.
Even if it's a struggle,
NEVER a relief.
I wish I could defy,
But for now, I will…
Try to fight
For my life
On this battleground,
With blood and mistakes,
That's just open
To take.
But even in the darkness,
That always holds when I'm suffocated
With rooms so dimly lit that just a flicker is left.
That flicker of hope is all that's left to hold everything back,
The darkness claws and grabs
At every chance to reach me, I hold on tight.
Even if so,
I will continue to breathe.
My breath will never stop,
EVER.
And at all.
When I return back,
My mind says “It's all a dream,”
But it happened, I have scars and damage for proof… and I know I'm just getting flashbacks
Because of THAT day, I hope one day I won't have to look the man in his eyes,
But for now… all I can do is… FIGHT.

MY EVERYTHING
A Poem for Toby.
—————————-
My Everything,
My ray of light,
My beam of sunshine,
My love at first sight.

My baby boy
lays here to rest.
His eyes—sunken—
pain taking him away
from being his best.

Golden fur, fluffy tail,
a smile that lights up the room.
No matter where,
a heart so big—
it ignores all the creatures,
except for bees, which he tries to devour.

My baby boy
used to chase us around.
Never interested in sticks,
but a ball—
is where he shows his favorite tricks.

You have all the cheer
in each little bark.
When we play tag,
you’re always near.
I know how much you’re hurting,
but I’m always here.

Sunlit trails, cloudy night skies,
rainy days, and a fall surprise.
You walk along these woodchip paths,
always loving walks—no matter the path.
A loyal friend,
always by my side.

You bark and guard our house
from “dangers” outside.

Footsteps come,
or a car pulls in.
Your voice yips
and barks—
so proud,
so loud.
So spunky once—so full of life,
a burst of joy, of sunshine, of light—
no hint of strife.

Then cancer came... the tumor too.
It hurt your mind,
and body too.

Your eyes hold gentle rain—sadness—fear,
as you don’t know what’s coming,
and we don’t either.
Your heart beats brave and strong.

My love will last forever,
even when you move on.
I hold your paw,
I hold your head,
to try to take the weight off
from your shoulders.
When you so tired,
And ready for bed.

Each day is a gift,
a chance to love, laugh, and lift.
I thank you for every smile—
you’ve made my life better, so worthwhile.
So rest now, my dear baby boy.
In every breath,
Love is what we give.

Illness might dim the light behind your eyes.
You might be hurting,
not ready for the next surprise.
But you are forever—
My duty is to love.


Toby, I love you to infinity and beyond.
You, my everything.
May–when you go,
Fly pain-free like a dove.

my goals :)
-take breaks when needed
-spill EVERYTHING out on paper
And read it before hitting “send”
-post AT LEAST 1 a day (if I’m not taking a break)
- take care of myself
- write something happy at least 2 times a month

My heads in the clouds.
Fears raining down.
Hearts so heavy,
Lost my strength-holding crown.

Heads so full.
so lost in a maze,
I think I'm losing it,
Like how I lost my faith.

So much pain.
So much fear.
My body is failing,
And I can only stand here.

And wait.
My heads in the clouds,
I fly up tall then i smash the ground,
Like a stone falling in.
Free fall,
I'm not okay.
I'm not fine.

But I'll keep pushing,
Even though I still decline.
I gotta stay strong,
I have another visit,
If I communicate then,
I'm stronger my wrongs.
And I can push,
past my limits.

My angel, my mom  
The one I always trust
I only want you to know
That in strife, to you, I always go
The part of my heart
The part of my soul
That keeps me from crumbling
Into my own hole
My supporter, my strength
The one who gives love, and faith
The one with hope in her eyes
That shines so bright
It fills me inside And out
The hugger
The singer
The one who no matter what,
Joins my road
I trust you with my life,
You make me whole
It’s true,
Dear mom,
You make me believe
I can do anything in this world
No matter how strong
Or how big
You are my heart
You are my light
No matter how big the tunnel
You guide me through
With that light I always see
And hold me close
When I’m in strife some more
I love you mom
More than words could say,
This poems for you
Because I want to say
I love you
To infinity..and beyond. (+10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000)
:)