Everything is perfect,
everything goes well
but when it doesn't
the world turns to hell.

Everything is bright,
nothing out of place
but when something does
it causes an earthquake.

Everything is happy,
nothing's ever sad
until something goes wrong
then it's really, really bad.

Everything is great
unless something is wrong with it;
then what was great
is absolute ****.

Creeping Death moves as Father Time.
The poet shall curse her own blind rhyme.

The men go forth to capture the Creeper.
They know of Death, but I know the Reaper.

I've done the journey called peering deeper.
The Source determined, "Yes, we need her."

My angel does not allow me pain and sorrow.
My angel carries me gently towards tomorrow.

Because, I have purpose in this chaotic life,
Whether girl or diva or suspect with knife.

And so, I sing, so do you.
*Challenge your barriers. They'll challenge you, too.

Could you raise your voice
Above the sounds of war
Of bloodshed, of hatred
And with your words shake the world?

Could you believe someone
Who says what you cannot do?
They don't know you, only you know you
So do whatever the f_ck you wanna do

Some may say poetry is a dying art
A pointless waste of time
But they don't know what we know
Emotions riddling this art of rhyme

And that's mostly what this is about
The expression of ones' mind
So leave those wars and hatred
Raise your voice in tales of those left behind

I can’t help but drown on land
Weighed down by the little things
The negativity that’s insignificant as sand
Its voices pulling on my mind with strings
I continue to fall deeper under the water
No chance of coming back
One small comment and I fall further
The inky darkness of pain almost black
All the support and praise washed away
By one perspective as naive as mine
To dwell on this makes life grey
It hurts and pains, but I say I’m fine
When really I can barely stand up
Yet I refuse to say no, to give up

I fear failure

A fear so strong it almost stops me in my tracks.

"Don't write that test, you surely won't pass"

Does that make sense? Well let's see.

My high school average was 97.3

I don't slack off, I surely work hard.

Then why is it that self doubt relentlessly bombards?

Negative thought patterns have played in my mind

So long my self confidence is difficult to find.

It has built up walls, making me believe I can't succeed.

But I am armed with my bulldozer, I want to be freed.

Life is not hateful. Nature is.

A person can't make It happen so
he acts as a shark and moves without remorse, though
a mere ten second's contemplation
and emotional, intellectual understanding
of the things he, without sorrow, ignites in his wake,
would be enough to force his hand to
tie that well deserved noose and slip it around
his slimy neck and hang himself dead.
He, much like a snake, is deaf to the
screams of those he has bitten, and blind
to the ruin behind him. His one track mind -
his selfish mind - which blocks out all that his nature doesn't wish
for him
to acknowledge - does
for him
what is convenient
for him.
Eliminates the reality
for him.
That is his nature's wish.