you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b

There are hearts that break
in silence, with tears
that nobody can see.

So maybe,
                just maybe…

Some tears demand
to be written by the poet's pen,
so others can find beauty
in that which makes us cry.

Maybe,
           just maybe…

The tears of the poets' pen,
unveils the beauty
of love and pain
giving comfort to others
that they’re not alone.

And then again
maybe,
          just maybe…

There will be times
that nobody
will understand your feelings…

Write them anyway
because they are still
so **** beautiful!!*
~

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

We are scared of the monsters under the bed
but ok with the monsters in our head
but the monsters won't end up dead
we will
find a way to ****
ourselves or others
and we must realize there are too many mothers
burying their baby
praying that maybe
their kid will outlive their older brother
who was too young, gone too soon
just like a ballon
floating up to the moon
gets popped, gets dropped
left in the street
nothing but cold meet
for his mother to find
and these are some monsters we keep in our mind

You can never tough your dreams if you don't reach
You can never reach your dreams if you  don't extend
You can never extend your dreams if you don't lessen the bend
of your arm
because if you do it will set off an alarm
that will leave you close
Just begging for your next dose
of your dream
leaving your self-esteem
too die
You can never do all you dream of if you don't try

I suffer from generalized anxiety
and I just want people to understand it
but mental illnes is frowned upon by society
Some days I'm fine but I must admit
I'm always just teetering at the edge of sobrietry

I know it's never going to go away
But I can try my best to forget the pain
Always trying to keep it at bay
But always in vain

walking around in a circle
trying to learn from my mistakes
at the pace of a turtle
at night my thougts still keep me awake

I'm really not depressed
but I'm not happy either
I have this anxiety pressing at my chest
And sometimes i just need a breather

I'm constantly told to get it together
to pick up some courage and do things
But that's like telling someone not to be cold in freezing weather
And more anxiety is all that it brings