Everyone in this room,
feels like a stranger,
and I'm this flower
that never bloomed.
Everyone I have liked
are now all faded
How the memories spike
with petals I haven't.

Money spins in the washing machine,
Its how the gangsters remain clean,
but no amount of washing
can get those red stains out.

Actions had consequences
Now the rich and famous
simply throw money at it,
So obvious with no doubts...

In sorrow’s night so deep and still,
A flame begins to spark and spill.
It hums of love, of ancient fire
That lifts us from the depths of mire.

The bee may sting, the skin may tear,
But deeper grows the heart’s repair.
For pain plants seeds that bloom in grace,
And loss can light a sacred space.

O soul, arise like golden rays,
And burn through fear’s encircling haze.
Let love ignite, let hope embrace–
A dance of dawn, a warm retrace.

Tread soft through woods where silence sings;
Feel earth’s calm breath beneath your wings.
Find roots below the floods and rain,
Where life still pulses through the pain.

Though dreams may bend, they do not break;
Our voices rise for justices’ sake.
We call the promise, far but clear–
A world where all are held sincere.

So guard this light within your chest,
A lantern in the night’s unrest.
Through struggle’s path, let hope remain–
For morning comes to crown our pain.

Heart is torn–  
Caught and worn.
Mind debates–
Is hope born?

Feelings race,
Lost in space.
Logic breaks
At fear’s embrace.

Dreams ignite,
Burn through night.
Thoughts collide,
Flee or fight.

Hope may sway,
Drift away.
Fear may lead
The soul astray.

Love will call,
Rise or fall?
Truth may bend,
But not be gone.

It holds us still,
Like dusk to dawn.
We bend, not break,
Till fear is gone.

If end is near–
Love or fear?
Mind and heart
At war, unclear.

Still from strife,
Bright sparks of life–
Blend or break?
Love or strife?

We speak of ends
As if they’re worst,
Yet breaking shows us
What comes first.

A hand to hold,
A vow to keep,
A soul that wakes
Instead of sleep.

If all must fall
And skies descend,
Let hearts not break,
But rise and mend.

If the world must fall,
Then let us stand–
Not with shields,
But hand in hand.

The water is unclear
As I sink at the bottom.
It feels like I'm never getting out of here
It feels like I've already hit rock bottom.

They assume that I am doing alright.
Maybe it's a curse to look okay.
When everything doesn't feel right.
Nothing seems to go my way.

Why do I have to be strong?
I carry the world on my shoulders.
It feels like moving forward is wrong.
How can I discard these heavy boulders?

Do they even see the scars on my back.
The white feathers of the wings I once carried,
are now tattered and wacked.
Breathing feels like torture, will death and I ever get married?

Let me sink down deeper in this murky water.
Oxygen laces with poison as I inhale sharper.
Did I bleed and ripped for nothing?
Should I just turn back and leave everything?


- N.V. 🥀