planning suicide
taste-testing cyanide
gun powder blush
drunk driving lush
hit on myself
burried by a shelf
pretty lace noose
back-rolling caboose
trip to a cliff
rat poison spliff
davey’s locker dive
****** du killer bee hive
releasing the Kraken
monoxide hose in the back end
a sleep not to dream
an end to the mean.
a dip in formaldehyde
planning suicide.

“we break things not just as a means of release but also to see
some other thing broken aside from ourselves.”*

You asked me how
I got my hand broken
And I told you it’s
because the walls aren’t
getting any weaker

While I,
I am tired of trying hard
and I’m too worn out to fight

I am fed up with
all the things
I used to love

so I’ve been thinking ’bout
taking my life
but I see the walls
are all around
and I get the urge
to let it out

and so i do…

If I can no longer speak,
the walls would
for me;

they’d tell you a story
on how I turn
into something else
when I’m sad,
and how they stop me
when I’m not
in the right mind
and they’d tell you about
these little scars I have,
and all of the frustrations
I’m keeping inside.

You asked why and
I told you,
’cause they hear me,
when no one else will
and they feel it all,
every inch of my skin
when I lay it on them

so if walls could speak,
they’d tell you how I
hurt them
to hurt me
every single night.

We are the ones who are hard to understand
We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre
because the ending scene made us cry
We'll stop to smell the roses
because they deserve to be appreciated
We are the ones who will take the time
to learn what keeps you up at night
We are the ones who will imagine
an entire future of adventures
with the people who show us love

We are the ones who will love you more
than we love ourselves
We will give you our strongest parts
in hopes that we can make things better
We desire to see you become the best you
to make sure that you always feel our love
We crave affection and appreciation
We give a piece of ourselves away every day
sometimes to people who don't deserve it
Our love is easy to take advantage of
and sometimes we don't get back
the love that we give away

When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart
We constantly have to put ourselves back together
We are more fragile than we like to give off
We carry our emotions on our sleeves
Our flaws have the ability to consume us
We aren't afraid to give you the world
but we are afraid to feel unloved
We want you to see what we see
We want you to understand where we're coming from

We are good people with good intentions
We are stronger than we believe
Not everyone can feel the way we feel
We feel too much, too often
We are not hard to love
We are something not everyone knows how to love
But you need to remember that
your worth does not change just because
no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you

You are not any less lovable
You are the most lovable person in the world
You are a light that the world needs
Your kindness is not your weakness
You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance
You do not need to stop giving love
just because you don't get any back
Your heart is the best thing about you

And one day when you least expect it
someone will notice you from across the room
and know exactly how to love you
They will think all of these things are beautiful
They will deserve the love you can give
They will fill the empty space in your heart
But for now, don't stop feeling
We are the ones who feel everything so deeply
We are the ones who can't give up because
We are the ones who will teach the world
how to love

G u I L T
                         -


It is no secret

                        that god doesn't

exist, yet, the


                             people cannot

be dissuaded


                   similarly, the queens


death is a conspiracy,


                         the safest place


place to hide from


                         a spotlight is to


sit on top of it.

                        But truth has no


resting place, so


                         thus dieth from


exposure.

                        Yet, the lie can


be concealed in a


                         casket of guilt.

.                    Il Silenzio        


   They can decrease the volume

   control, darken the screen, edit

     out which it is that enlightens

     us, but the winds are audible,

    and accumulated wails, speak

our history, with the loudest voices.

My vitality has been quite a voyage.

And attainments I have attained throughout my life.

That most people couldn't and wouldn't understand,
unless they have walked in my roots,

It's not that simple,

it's not just some minor cut that bleeds out in pain,

Merely one can imagine how far life can fetch you.

For better or worst, most

Incredible specialties are worth the endeavor.

And patience is worth time itself.

Life is a blessing,

The best is yet to come.


So never sell yourself short of integrity.  

Written By Shavon Harrington

The Thief Is The October Morning Wind

  In the Spring  on the wings of a Butterfly
Flutter’s in a new hope
Praying the Dragonfly of summer
Doesn’t steal the colors of the Kaleidoscope

The Devil loves to intervene
And he plans his little schemes
But having Faith in God will assure
The Angels will guard your dreams

As the light weaves in and out of
The Realms of space and time
The music in your heart
Will search for a remembered rhyme

When your dreams and song
Come together and make you whole
You’ll realize God’s plans for the
Eternal life of your soul

But in the meantime darkness will
Visit you like a long lost friend
So when the sky turns grey beware
The Thief Is The October Morning Wind

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 10/02/2022
All rights reserved

The Thief Is The October Morning Wind

  In the Spring  on the wings of a Butterfly
Flutter’s in a new hope
Praying the Dragonfly of summer
Doesn’t steal the colors of the Kaleidoscope

The Devil loves to intervene
And he plans his little schemes
But having Faith in God will assure
The Angels will guard your dreams

As the light weaves in and out of
The Realms of space and time
The music in your heart
Will search for a remembered rhyme

When your dreams and song
Come together and make you whole
You’ll realize God’s plans for the
Eternal life of your soul

But in the meantime darkness will
Visit you like a long lost friend
So when the sky turns grey beware
The Thief Is The October Morning Wind

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 10/02/2022
All rights reserved

I want to die
I know my parents love me
I know they care for me.

But I can't breathe inside my house
I don't want to face the same days
and the same nights on repeat
I know life is tough and i need to be tougher but I'm sorry i can't bear it anymore.

You can call me coward
i seriously don't care
But i just hope no one should face this
What im facing right now.

I know my problem is not that big
And I should fight and try again
But I'm hopeless i just want to die.

Just like People have a Right to live peacefully i want myself a right to die peacefully without any question.

it was so hard to explain to people how much I loved you. it really messed with me that I couldn’t describe it. but honestly, I think I really just think you can do no wrong. sometimes I get upset at something you do or say but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter because I love you. I love who you are and not what you do. And I have never left that way for someone... it was the craziest feeling of my life. I was subordinate to us. the greater good was our relationship and I would have done anything to protect it.

by loving you i'm losing myself...