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I remember my first 1,062 words,
Every syllable written with an sketch of my pain,
I remember the days
Where "words" helped me ease the pain.
         in this sentence I can't complain.
I owe it all to the lines
L I E
The truth into somewhat,
Only POETRY understands..
How it made me a man.
If poetry was your mouth piece
What would you stand
Foe?

RAISE UP YOUR FIST,
OR SHALL I SAY!
YOUR PEN!
EMPOWER THESE YOUNG, INSPIRING, INTELLIGENT WRITERS
Age does not mix between the lines.
Write.
Write.
WRITE.

-Words are powerful, don't stop writing.


  

                                                  ­          ©MH
A little something for whoever is reading this. You will continue to be a great writer if you keep writing. God bless.
This is my 10th time,
Looking myself in the mirror.
(Sigh)
It's a shame to say,
My reflection just get's blurrier.
Yesterday, I saw an image.
Everything was so foggy...
I couldn't tell if it was me,
Or the Devil.
My eyes were indeed blood-shot red,
Mom used'ta tell me,
"Don't ever hide monster's under the bed!"
I finally understood,
What she meant.


©MH
Thank you for reading, feedback would definitely be appreciated. More poetry stories coming soon!
Place a battered hand on my innocence,

It's been 5 years but a scar never leaves,

A closed mouth pleads the best for help.

All my life I've been speechless only because when

I lift up my shirt and I can still see your handprint

Everyday

I still face what is the false indication of love, never got a hug but a hard closed fist.

All because of my innocence.
How can I love unconditionally,
When I haven't been conditioned to love?


An innocent Angel.


©MH
what a kind word he said.
made a bullet rupture my liver.
my skull cracked in two.
It all started with
I love you,
And
I love you too.
If you would of told me this was wrong,
I would of told you this is right.
I looked into his eyes that night
He told me he would never let me go.
By his side I felt safe,
They say love is blind,
I say never judge a man,
You will never know what you may find.
Ravens, Doves, and a Cross.
Watch the truth unfold.

From that day on,
He captured my soul.

Now there I lay with my eyes closed
Watching myself, dead. In disgust
Not because I wasn't moving, but because
I wasn't moving on up.
To the sky. Now I finally understood,
I was deeply in love with the devil in disguise..
And to think it took 7 read texts, 3 missed calls
for him to find me.
teardrops fell to my face as he placed his hands on my neck.
They didn't tell me love is this powerful.
" I want to be with you forever "
Words I will always dread.
He wanted to be black and blue, just like me so he put the gun to his head.
Even though I was born innocent
The gunsmoke filled my spirit.
Blinded me, is what came from the sky
Whispered a soft lullaby...

God if you gave me one more chance,

To turn back time,

I would take everything back that night.

When I looked into his eyes.

Please hear my cry.

I never knew these words had so much power,
I pray that you equip me with strength,
I know I ain't your best child
My hands are too close to the fire.
I'm still learning how to keep faith
So please shield my heart with your armor.
Forgive me for I have sinned,
I didn't listen to the clear signs
All I want is one more chance to do it right....


And here I breathe,
A brand new life.

©MH
Here I release my new poetry with a story. Feedback would be appreciated please. Let me know what you think! Thank you.
You gave me this one of a kind feel
Now I shall show you what's real.
You gave me a breath of fresh air
Now I shall show you the trail where love is really hiding.
B U T
I'm tired of walking the same path
Alone
In the cold
No one offered me a warm jacket I can hold.
B U T !  Guess who got blowned on the same road I faced defeat on ?
I thought I was headed down the wrong
Not knowing this is the path that God has me on
Faced with the struggle and built up with so much pain
I couldn't even see the blessings
Slowly
Building uphill
I just have to keep walking, scratching..
Seeking God faster..
Until I master the way I step on the concrete
I
Will
Become
So
Much
Stronger.


©MH
We always have that doubts on whether if this road you are on right now is leading you to the right direction .
I shall pass through this period of life,
This pain is only temporary,
So I only have one more chance to do it right !
Take a step towards freedom,
Picture that distant smile,
At the end of the light.
Please lord, let me shine !

©MH
Did you hear about the small boy
Who smiled...
In the pouring rain ?
Legend has it, he was an angel from God
That got soaked with change.
Some people say
He only can been seen
When you walk by faith..
Oh what an amazing sight to see !
A small boy, wanting a Man's strength...

©MH
I'm stuck in two different realities,
It's crazy what a blind eye can see,
Time froze on that path of new beginnings,
                      Bringing,
A whole new life.


©MH
Haven't had the time to write, I'm learning how to make time for the things I love, which is poetry.
Hey Beautiful Butterfly ,
Ready to fly right into the sky..
Please don't slide into your cacoon
That growth and strength of energy
Is exactly what I need.
We can hold our passion of being
                     F    R    E   E  
Created on God's tree,
Certainly, Certainly,
Time is on our side
I would love to paint your wings,
So you can flourish right into the sky,
Beautiful Butterfly,
Sometimes I can't describe..
How high you take me.
So take me higher,
Higher...

I know you have a desire to takeoff in those wings,
So God made you an Angel.
Glide right into my arms,
And we shall fly away, together.

©MH
Lord please change the weather ,
This unfortunate pleasure only feels like cloudy raindrops
Every thought drops onto another sin
Never thought this rain would bring all this pain..
Lost all my friends . . .
Couldn't locate them in the fog,
Going through all these trails and tribulations
P
    O
        O
            Rain,
Poor.
No success,
No rest,
No open hand to pull me out the mist
Now I'm trapped under a wicked storm
And the weather is still gloomy
Can't picture this life with sunlight
Even though God's children is always blessed
It feels like I failed every test
To see through the rain.
               Lord come save me
From this everlasting darkness.
Thjs is the thoughts I've had when I'm feeling extremely down. This is what it created
I was born in a world full of voices,
I've been quiet ever since darkness swallowed my day,
The room was filled with laugher...
My only choice was to

MUTE MYSELF.


Let the story begin.

©MH
I get pulled out of class every Tuesday and Thursday to basically face my fears. The nice, warm, voice of the speech therapist smoothes my anxiety as she begins to tell me about how she can help me and shows me how our body is like a seed, water is the soul and our minds is like roots on a tree. My spirit feels safe. Then, she pulls out a passage to read....

(The room was filled with laughter,
The room was filled with laughter,)

Instantly, my nervousness comes back and I begin to choke on every syllable and adverbs. I sigh in a hopeless depression because I'm trying my best to fight against ... Myself.
The speech therapist tells me to try again... No matter how many times I messed up it seemed like she was always  there to guide my way to increase hope even though I felt powerless. I never stop trying. This moment made me feel like everything will be alright and I can push through anything, even though it might take alittle time because of what I have, as long as I keep trying, I can take that fear, destory it, use it to my advantage in the future and maybe be an inspiration to others that went through a similar situtation.
Welcome to chapter 2.
Feedback would be definitely appreciated, feel free to look at chapter 1 on my page. Thank you all for reading
I want to have an empty funeral.
Praises of God,
Voices filled by the scripture,
No tears, but celebration over my now dead fears.
Can you hear the silent weeps
Placed over my dead body dressed in a great white suit ?
I'm ready to be at peace with my roots.

Hear the lullaby of the soft paino taps
As the preacher, that is God
Gives a sermon about my life,
Which is now blessed in righteous.
Mourn over the healing,
The ones alive can't cope with this feeling.
My spirit is released to the sky
I am one with christ's embrace,
Can't you see the huge smile on my face ?

The final chapter is written
Speak all my pain and struggle to all the empty seats at my funeral.
Hoping that one voice
Echos into hearts of millions
That will,
Hear it.
Come, fill in the seats
And watch my casket close
Finally at peace
As I share a new life with my mother.
She's the only one that came to my empty funeral.
God bless all of you.



©MH
Grasp the tail of life
Holding on to pain well spent
Tears and worst fears came true
Feeling of struggle, snuggled on a cold shoulder.
Trapped in this world and it's felt, to no help.
I'm on the edge of my faith
Taking a chance of what's never been my fate.
It's just the worst to come.
Broken promises, put me at the end of the list
Overcame the feat but
I'm still walking on glass with no shoes on my feet.
What's real? Who's fake?
Life taught me the chances I have to take.
Decisions, Decisions, to make.
Pain, is still in my faith.
No choice but to hold on.
                                                    
©MH
I don't know my family,
Everyone is quiet.
Closed doors and zipped lips seal their fate with locks on it.
I never knew my family could be so dramatic
It's tragic
What happened to family.


©MH
Everyday,
Is like the first day of class to me.
A vow to never speak to strangers,
Even the word of " hello "
Puts my soul in danger to escape my own reality.
My best friend, anxiety tells me to become nervous from that one syllable,
Keep your chin down low
And never speak on anything after it.
" I hope the teacher never picks on me to speak. "
Wish I knew,
About insecurities on the first day...
I hide all my pain,
All my struggle,
Into a mute that could never enunciate, or a quiet boy lost in space, too scared speak a word.
And it's only the first day.
Stuff all my frustration, god given patience into
A voiceless, half broken man carved an empty space they call
A Desk.
Written at the top is a list of found things I claim to be desire, which is truly lost
Monday... Through... Friday...

Then again, therapy came in & science class became my favorite,
Everyday I'm working on figuring out a formula
Of how I can slip out of these chains
And be just like the cool kids, laughing, having a deep discussion, remembering how it was on the first day of school.
From this day forth, I scream hope.


©MH
I believe this part in my life is when I truly started to learn and really try to become a better person. Even though the road was very different and difficult, I am so determined to become someone's inspiration by my story. In order for me to do that, I have to change. Thank you for reading. Comment please.
I, never been on a plane.
I've always been scared of,
Reaching to the clouds in the skies,
Looking deep into fate's eyes,
Watching Angel's walk by
As God tells me to
" Just fly. "
Yet,
I wonder, how
H
    I
       G
           H

We, can get.
                                           ©MH
Comments please, thank you.
I want to be this MAN called
Motivation !
Lace up my shoe strings filled, with inspiration.
Adversity is crushed on by the soles beneath my feet
This man has a strong voice,
One that makes the ears bleed !
One lesson from his story,
Will give power and confidence.
He was guided by the lost, humble to the found
I want this man
To go the full 12 rounds
They said this man shoes were too big.
Keep on walking motivation !
It shall be filled.
Look up to the crowd
And you will be surprised how many eyes will follow.
This man you say ?
Will be a step closer,
If you focus on a better tommorow.

©MH
Lord I've tried so hard
They wonder why
I pray to be free
Save me
From what reality became to be
Bless me with truths
This blind eye can't see
My soul
Won't accept this society
This struggle ain't for me
Lord please come save me.
I never knew,

One queen can change the world.
Overwhelmed by the earths need
Clouds are grey and history repeats.
A change is seeked
As this beautiful queen steps foot on this earth
And plants a loving seed.

I never knew,

The grass gets greener on this side of earth,
Where the air is polluted
The waters in every lake and pound shower to shallow
And the mountains grow steep
But I guess that's love getting deeper.

I never knew,

A rainbow can form over the tallest mountain
Tops are frozen with snow
Some people wonder how in this drenched weather
Can 2 worlds come together.
Now what do we have ?
Peace & Happines
A world never showed.
Look up to the clouds
No doubt you'll see a change in the sky !
A breath of fresh air;
When 2 worlds collide.
                                                        ­    © MH
I don't have the best vocabulary,
Surely dont know anything about rhyme schemes,
If you asked me I couldn't tell the difference between a simile or a metaphor.
Ballads, Sonets, Triplets,
Doesn't really help me write more
I've been through it all and sometimes I don't have time to finish writing.
But I am still a poet,
Respect my story.
Send me an angel lord, to stand by my side..
Angels are blessings from the past life, so they never say goodbye.

Send me an angel lord,
Help lead the blind
Show me, what I need to find
Guide my destiny into permanent salvation
Please show me the way of life.

I prayed, I prayed and asked god
" Life has got me living on a clipped wing,
How can my soul be free ? "
I need an angel from you God
Make this cold heart sing !

God told me,
In order to send an Angel
I need to believe, I can fly.

©MH
Happy Sunday everybody! Hope everyone has a good day.
I forgot what “happy” feels like,
The sun and moon drifted away,
Left in the darkness, lost all my hope struggling to turn on the light.
I scream for a new beginning,
Walking down a lonely dirt path in reverse
No one, can hear my pain.
Lord knows, I’m tired of feeling this way.
They told me, Love is beautiful
  Three years with my eyes dried out,
Numbness is nothing but a wicked potion.
All of my emotions,
Removed.
Only thing that is left is my spirit, hanging on that thin thread.
"Happy"
Is
Somewhere.

                                  ­                                           ©MH
Love is powerful, please don't take it for granted. I believe people should show more love in this crazy world. Make sure anyone you love, know that you love that person. It can heal a thousand lives, in that one life. Comment if you would like, thank you for reading.
Watching TV,
Gave me dreams.
Heh, it's funny because
It's just what it seems,
An illusion of reality.


©MH
Looking out the window,

                I wonder,

Will I ever get a clearer picture...
  

                                                  ­        ©MH
Throw everything at me,
My wings has been crushed from the hands of a dark horse
He held up my will
As His life brought up an unstoppable force
But throughout all pain and sacrifice,
I will survive,
I will survive.

Leave me without a home
Watch my faith
Make amends with my broken soul
I bow my head in hopes of seeing a brighter day
But smoke still circles the pathway.
Even though I scream to the sun
With weary dried eyes
I will survive,
I will survive.

You may stab me with your words
As you know, it is my worst enemy
My pain is discreet
Stand firm by what I believe
" Lord is my shepard, I shall not want! "
--What is evil ?
He does not know the remedy.
Disguise is incognito
Words do not match the book of my story.
You can mix, burn, or rip the pages up
BUT
I shall keep on writing..
I will survive,
I will survive.


Examine the road of my life
Can God hear my cries ?
Who knew envy could create dark filled nights,
I am like a trapped prisoner who only wants freedom for his rights..
Searching for my clipped wings
So I can one day fly again..
Until then, Write me down in history
As that lonely lost soul..
I will survive,
I will survive.

-©MH
I never thought,
             Never seeing your face,
             Would be so beautiful...

Your smile crept into my world,
Cold, lustful, nights
Shattered just by your words.
A simple message, interpreted into a brand new soul.
As an young man, I always believed in God,
I just never knew love was born with no face.
One of main reasons that's why I bow my head on every plate.
Humbled to a broken heart,
Her words gave life and it made amends...
To my broken heart...


©MK
Project story in the making. Stay tuned!
A New Day,
Is like a breath of fresh air..
Inhale the peace of life
Got through the pain already in the night
Keep your chin up to the sky
As the sun shine...
Your spirit and soul feels energized !
You better smile
Because
The Sun ..
Wants, Needs, to light the fire inside you.

So Breathe..

Exhale the problems of yesterday..

Sometimes we need a new atmosphere
To reflect, direct our life...

So BREATHE !!

AND SAY CHEESE.
TO A NEW DAY.

©MH
Old poem! Have a good day everyone.
They put deep roots in my veins
Just so I can write one line on this paper
I ride my trust to the government,  the tax payers and the liers
Who stood still for liberation
Enlighten me with your creativity
"Ya ***** nergo! "
And That same ***** headed afro centric nergo  who picked cotton
Who marched for the same textbook like you and I
Got lyched because he wrote with his right,  he hid away at night to write my struggle in his blood.
Cut that dark flesh for righteous teaching
Let that wound sink in 246 years
And we still ain't gain no type of freedom
Our culture has poetry in pages & pages
To weep the sad tears of slaves
And it's sad because people still ain't humble about their education.
Erasing the pain of our own ancestors
Does the color' of your skin
Define your education?
Society, nowadays sing the same ol song
" A change gon' come " As they take away our freedom
But one thing they CAN'T take is our education
One thing they will NOT take is our education.
African slave love education black history
My eyes are red,
When I'm in love with you.
You make me believe in my dreams..
This life, only I bring,
Only plants the seed,
With the tears I weep,
Pain that's deep,
I can't lose
Misguided by the decisions I make,
Embraces the evil,
That only grows inside me.
My eyes are red
Can't you see ?
Save me, lord
Save me.
                                                    ©MH
My pride, closed my mouth shut.
My pride, is wrapped in a chain towards my luck.
My pride, ripped the curtains off the wall
My pride, has me walking alone, oblivious to them all.
My pride, couldn't even make me shed a tear,
Death is real.
My pride, why couldn't I cry ?
My pride, flips a frown when I keep my head up to the sky,
My pride, shrinks my insides to dry.
My pride, sometimes, breaks my heart.
My pride, sometimes, I do not want.
My pride, kept my soul in shame.
My pride, keeps my spirit in the rain.
My pride, oh I wonder why you make me feel this way,
My pride, no matter what you say,
My pride, I will you put you aside,
And be thankful for what I have today.


©MH
We all have times when our pride does get in the way, this is just my story. Thank you for reading.
The hourglass is turned over,
Time is ticking,
Heart is beating.
What will be our fate
When we finally glide past the moon, up to the stars
We don't even care about time,
Let it fly by.
Because the sensation of 1 beat
Can last minutes,
There will be no finish cause time froze at the highest peak of the second.
This one of a kind feel,
This girl,
Has sealed,
This once broken heart.
With every moment
I spend
My heart beats for seconds, hours, minutes.
Time is ticking,
1 sand drop,
2 sand drops,
3 gun shots to my heart
Which I would never thought be affected by, time.
My mind was combattled with a great feeling that lasted a millimeter of a second.
She played around, confused.
But somehow, I thought patience
Would lead on to eternal life with you.
Behind every truth &' lie
I realized, that you wasted my time..
Look at the full moon through my window!
Wonder where the future holds.
Birds chrip to my name
Night swallows my hope.
Till the next day
One spot seeps threw my window into my room and it's shining!
Open eyes can never be blind
Clouds cover the path of light
Shine, Moon, Shine.
                                                            ©MH
Acceptance to become a introvert forever,
Became a oath under my broken tongue.
Only spatting out short and simple words I can fluently produce..
" Its going to get better "
" You won't go through this long "
The therapist said,
As my body language feeds yes,
But my eyes screams no.
    " I don't ever want that feeling again ! "
Said my spirit in compliance with my eyes
I'd rather, be my own best friend than to make friends..
I'd rather, close my mouth about my fears than to be judged by all my peers
I'd rather, walk home by myself than to walk with someone else.
Not knowing I was walking towards my innocence to the B L I N D.
Step,
By,
Step..

I'd rather say no.
I made the decision to become trapped inside my own world.

©MH
Wanted this to be longer, but had serious writers block please feel free to comment if you read, it'll be a spark of motivation ! Thank you.
Hi, just trying to get my poetry book noticed on amazon kindle. This isn't a poem.
It is actually an very interesting read, please check it out!
Thanks and have a good day everyone.

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The flash of uranium strikes my cranium,
But what wakes me up is the dust
Babies hollering in a fuss
Hushed.
Nothing I hear,
But I still fear,
That my hope ends here.
Blood on my hands,
Bodies last stand,
The hurt is too strong!
The atomic bomb.
5:45.
I die.

©MH
How many times I have came to you with my head down ?
How many times have I been frown upon ?
I am sorry ,
For all my sins
Which I knew I was wrong.
I am sorry ,
For the prayers I said which I could not follow.
I am sorry,
For following my word, instead of yours.
Lord I didn't know what you had in store
For me, a blind eye who couldn't see
The signs as the trails and tribulations put my life to shame.
Now therefore, I became a lost soul
Who has no mother to hold,
Who has no place to go..
Only
Wanting
To
Find my journey to the lords palance
So I can be accepted, and reunited,
With the one & only
Who will finally love me.

©MH
I’m just a ,
Poet with a speech impediment.
My pain is deep,
So misunderstood,
Evicted out to the streets,
So lost in the wind,  my speech is my trigger, trying to find a way to learn, within gods blessings, another hard headed lesson, every
day
spiritual warfare, gotta ask god to protect us ..
im just a poet with a speech impediment ..
Day 1 of reflections through pain poetry. Feels great to write again. Feedback is always welcome 🙏🏾
If you don't admit your own mistakes
How can you know what choices to make?
Take a break from yourself and seek the help you need.
Read.
Write.
Be focused on what you got to do in life.
You are Manuel Hutchinson III.
Carry a book wherever you need to go.
Speak about what you believe in
Your spirit listens.
Time is ticking.
Choose your decision.
                                                            ©MH
I wrote this after making a terrible choice to smoke **** with the wrong crowd. Hard to learn lessons from burned out crack pipes.
Knowledge wakes up my dome with bombs thrown down my street.
I wake up, lost in dust & gun shells  
" Shhhh. Be quite. "
As the sound of 1000 soldiers stomp across my heart.
Time stood still.
As my mom gets snatched right in front of me
" MOM, MOM, PLEASE don't take her away!"
I try to get one final word
"I love you. "
But it's heard on the bullet that went threw her brain.
Because of that,
I will never be the same.
America took away the one I adore.
For what. ?
All because of this war. ?
Just because my mom dressed in a long robe that hides her face?
Means she's hiding a terrorist in this place?
My scars
Is ready to enbattle vengeance on the American race.
These open wounds won't stop these open minded bombs
These lies
Won't reverse time
These  open eyes
Won't stop the flashbacks
Of that
" STRAY BULLET! ".
And these soilders,
Won't stop this WAR.

©MH
I was talking to an lovely kid who was dealing with post traumatic stress disorder was telling me about the condition he was in and that's when I picked up my pen.
Sitting in an overcrowded classroom,
Heart rate bumps as if it was a machine gun
And EVERYONE in the classroom is taking turns..
Pulling..
The..
TRIGGER..
I have this Illusion of me speaking properly
With every punction down to the teeth..
Even though my mind can see these words clearly
My mouth speaks differently...

" It's only a book.. "
" I can do this -- " Thought process interrupted by the person next to read..
My eyes then became glued to the people watching over me..

( Insert joke here. )
I wanted to say,
I wanted to say,
I wanted to say,

Words is my worst enemy,
Please don't judge me from the way I speak,
All I want is someone to take time to understand me,
Maybe if I had that one ear to listen
I could of been free
And it wouldn't take this long to speak clearly.

In reality,
The room was filled with laugher.

©MH
By: Manuel Hutchinson and Glenn Currier



Politics on a Facebook page

Replied with such rage

I sat in shock

for we’d held her at baptism

kept her overnight tucked her in

like good godparents do

all the tender moments we knew

but now a pinch in my soul

my heart’s racing pace

felt like a flight from grace.


I didn’t expect the monster to rise.

The taste of bell flowers is so sweet,

Even the devil smiled at me.

He caught my soul asleep,

As he picked up the double edge sword.

I should have never turned my back that day,
I made a commit to walk on heaven’s grace.
But chains on my feet prevented me to walk towards faith.

I’m living with my eyes closed,
Is this what happens when you embrace the pain?!


Rolling along
Singing a song

it felt so good to be high in joy

not since I was a little boy

was the air so free

but then the email dripping with sarcasm

cut me deep with its slice of sad

like dad used to do when he was mad.

I thought I’d forgiven the cuts

but now I’m in their clutch

the cape of this demon covers me

I’m bound in anger without a key



I got the whole wide world, in his hands


I got the whole wide world, in his hands.


I got his tears weeping in my hands.


I finally understood


Vengeance doesn't make you a man.


Now I reaped what I sow,


Loved how he burned my soul.


He said is it to late to confess my sins?


"God let me be free! I'll never meet Lucifer again"


The truth is unfortunate,


Because only the creatures of my past life answered him.


sins of a little boy


clipping the wings of toys was the joy


watched angels descend


they never knew
I was the one who poured that bleach at her baptism.

this is only one monster under my bed.

All my life, I never chose to open my eyes


When I did, I saw the devil


As he came for his


Revenge.
All rights reserved.
©Glenn Currier ©Manuel Hutchinson

First collaboration poem! All thanks to Glenn with his amazing skills and mind. Feedback would definitely appreciated, thank you for reading!
Force this smile,
But it only lasts for awhile,
Hiding from my peers
As I shed these tears.
My true feelings inside,
I hide,
I refuse to let them see my crying
Cause slowly I'm dying
What's the point of even trying ?
Holding in, I break down
My heart has a frown
So let me be
Get away from me
I sit alone and cry
When will I die. ?
Very old poem i wrote in my high school days. Laughed at how cheesy i was.  But its all good, im glad i got through this time and kept on writing.
God gave me a broken hand,
Reality is a paradox,
SEARCHING for a way
Out the box.



-Until then, I'll be sleep walking
Through the matrix.


                                                       ­                 ©MH
Lord I just ask you to guide me, in this pouring rain.
Praying for a change
All I feel is pain..
My life on this earth feels so alone
Everyone I love has met you
Don't have anyone else to hold.
I still don't know why you chose my life to suffer this way.
Broken hearted, ashed out blac & milds, emptied bottles,
Lost in a cycle..
Im praying to be strong, like my mom said
So I'm still fighting.
Living blinded, sometimes I do feel like screaming for help
But no one reached out a hand
When they knew that I fell.
Blessed that I now have an umbrella
To protect me from the rain
Im still holding on
Cause the season has never changed.
No one really heard of this pain
Cause we all sinners
We too focused on the hopes of fame.
But that's just the flick that starts the flame
How could we hold our head up in the pouring rain
One day I shall release my spirit
Into the sun
Then reunite with all of my loved ones.

©MH
Throwback poem I wrote when I was in a storm with no umbrella.
A Strong Woman,
Repairs a broken home.
Blessed with the kingdom keys
Opens a door to follow the path of your dreams.

A Strong Woman,
Is molded by her struggles
Salvation keeps you walking, towards the King's light

A Strong Woman,
Embraces her inner beauty
Love thy self & the insecurities;


A Strong Woman,
Gives essence to the world around her,
There she shows respect & power.


A Strong Woman,
Finds courage,
Motivated by her downfalls
Picking up her crown.

A Strong Woman,
Is passionate,
Steadily driven by what she loves
Letting nothing stop her.


A Strong Woman,
Births a new soul;
Her sweet lullaby heals
The unwanted cries..


A Strong Woman,
Touches a meaningful purpose to life
Walking towards, the Kingdom's light.

©MH
I believe we all have an strong woman in our lives we look up to. Feel free to comment and check out my page for more. Thanks.
1:47 AM

My eyes lay wide open, conscious won’t let me sleep.
I’m new to this silent killer,
                              Loneliness.
Before I shut this world off I’m seeing,
                   I'm already soaking up the pitch black,

Yes. It’s my dirtiest pleasure creeping up again.

One more attempt to connect with my subconscious,
But the hatred within is so beautiful!
Born with no voice,
Words is the only choice I have.


… Her Words… Birthed my soul.


©MK
Project story in the making, please let me know what you think and feel free to message me!
Smirks, chuckles, and evil grins filled the atmosphere,
******* my pure, vibrant, childhood
Into a deep darkened abyss,
My voice is stranded..
My spirit walked away, lost in the shadows...
All I can say without messing up is,
" Hello. "
I would love to say more but
Words is my worst fear.
I may smile in the hearts of athousand men,
But when I take a look in the mirror
I don't picture my reflection,
I visualize that dark filled day in 3rd grade,
Again...
And Again,
And Again...
No one will know about this quiet boy,
Who sits in the classroom..
Who wimply screams...
HELP.
I chose to remain silent.

©MH
Inspirational quote of the day:
Do not be afraid, to speak up. You never know strong your voice will be.
Wish I never, fell from grace.
My once pure soul,
Is slowly rising above hate,
I've been fed nothing but scrapes,
And I'm still living on that same empty plate.
Clouds turned grey, ever since that day...

I guess that was the beginning
of learning how to walk by faith.

©MH
My personal journey.
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