#evolving
I’m pouring, I’m souring, but they say I’m boring.
I’m living, I’m loving, but they say I’m faking.
I’m trying, but they just say I’m crying.
I’m thriving, I’m rising, but to them I’m just starving.
I’m healing, I’m feeling, but they just say I’m still dealing.
I’m writing, I’m fighting, but they say I am just cynical.
I’m carving, I’m devouring, but to them I’m just copy-and-pasting.
I’m being true to myself, but they say I’m hiding, I’m deceiving.
I’m raw, I’m blunt, I’m what I am to them, I’m rude and shrewd.
I’m embracing, I’m evolving —
am I becoming what I feared?
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
Risk flirts with defeat
Beaten doesn't mean you're beat
Some plans trust retreat
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 2:18 AM UTC
are you ready?
who cares
you’ll never be
just come,
remember
how great it feels to be
you
in your skin
in your energy
feel it all
stop running girl!
there is no final destination.
you are already home.
go clean up that mind
throw away those limiting beliefs
try on your values
do they still fit?
the person you’re becoming?
the ever shifting shape
they don’t?
that’s great!
throw them away!
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
Much to
my surprise
More and more
I come to find
☆Rainbow Stars☆
✧ in my eyes✧
When most my life
I've lived in
✯Black and White✯
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
crayons in hands
and stickers on face
with a cute headband
as i decorate my camera case
♡
i miss those days
♡
a pen in hand
and pimples on face
with a rubberband
as i speed up my pace
to finish studying
♡
that's me now
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 7:32 AM UTC
Isolated and crippled from the fear of being alone
No one to turn to, trapped by my feelings of of doing it all on my own.
Where can I find solace when my only ally is me?
How can I find comfort when I’m struggling to break free?
Surround by nothing but darkness, there’s nothingness all around
Drowning in my own echos with no one to absorb the sound.
Free me from myself for I am and completely lost in time
I’m trapped in who I used to be, I can’t adjust to this new paradigm.
The journey I’m on is mine alone, so I have to keep on this journey
No one to guide me, I’m doing this solo, I have to be my own attorney.
Slowly growing and making some traction, but I have to keep on going
Redefining myself and who I can be but I love the way I’m growing.
Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 12:54 PM UTC
stretches of time
miles of missing
what does your voice
sound like, again?
you're not here
to answer all my
rhetorical thoughts
so i ask myself;
is this what
longing feels like?
there are still
parts of you
d r i f t i n g
a w a y
i try to catch them
on my better days
but the sun in my eyes
sets sparks to my soul
and the darkness
fades away
with you
and so i’m left
wondering
alone
again
y e a r n i n g
r e a c h i n g
but for what?
• • • •
i find my breath
and i find myself
i breathe in
this moment
remembering
this
is all
i need
_this
is all
that
exists_
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 5:29 PM UTC
GCTA shouldn’t spell your name
but I’m pretty sure you’ve hacked my DNA
so that a well-meaning scientist
seeking to cure my horrendous malady
with cutting edge gene therapy
would scratch their head
in finding your name writ so deep
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC
Sometimes, I fear that the passing of time
will be the ruin of all that makes up of me.
I hope not to be the consequence of
destruction by distraction-
fading away within the fleeting of life.
Sometimes, I fear my
responsibilities becoming like a weapon
for involuntary manslaughter.
I do not want each day to erode my soul to dust.
All of what I am
becoming the ground beneath
conformity.
I do not want hazy eyes in a dazed filled life,
each step I take almost simultaneously.
I do not wish the world to warp
my individuality.
I want to devote to my own
ideal of integrality.
And remember all of the
persistent passions
that have coursed relentlessly
through my veins,
morphing all that's evolved to me.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
Undoing every punch
Lock my voice inside a dial tone of conflicting passions
Is it ok to cry?
or should I call?
It’s a curious thing when you let these buried phantoms master you
They reappear and sweep you up
into uncharted territories unknown
As you sit and stare at their ghost of a memory
Reflecting the dimensions of yourself
Smiling happily
knowing you have worked on yourself
Dissecting the luminosity of your youth
Naive innocence
Still there
No faded imagery or idea
too far away to be..
Believed
All is possible
in the mirror
of another world
or so it seems…
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
I fold, I bend, I stretch
But I don’t break.
I chip, I crack, I flake
But I don’t crumble.
I press, I squash, I scrunch
But I don’t split.
I am STRENGTH!
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
I see myself becoming a different person
for the better though it seems
changing
evoloving
anxiety covered thoughts are present
I'm nervous for this person
for what she'll be
I'll welcome her
as she is me
and I am she
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
Sometimes
I wonder
How did you claim
To know me?
Still you have to
Verify the existence
Get introduced to
My shadow
A silhouette of the soul
Yet
I search
For my self
Within myself
To know me
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
In the middle of Reality and surrealism is where you will find me.
Finding it may be difficult to differentiate.
Everyone seeks to find the way to reality.
Asking for guidance might help gravitate.
Time has always taken it's time.
Causing detachment from everything, everyone even me.
Learning, healing and being is my aim.
Hoping I'll be able to digest the end.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
I could fill my hands with wishes.
Vials of fairy dust tucked deep in my pockets.
one day,
I might need it.
But that day I think may never come.
Prayers whispered on red stained lips,
but they drop sincerely,
with to much heart.
Silence says to much in ways I can't comprehend.
Wind says that it can take me to a place, where shadows can't haunt me.
Sorrow can't sit on my door step,
reminding me of things that want to consume to much of me.
Monsters grab me in the night.
Profanity and ****** don't mix well with whiskey.
My stomach is always twisted in knots of strangled butterflies.
I could be a runaway.
Just another face on a milk carton,
or those cluttered bulletin boards at Walmart.
I fade away so easily,
flowers in my hair and feet bare,
sunshine warming my face.
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
Maybe our past version
could never make it work.
Maybe they weren't meant to be.
They knew to little
and felt too much.
But now that we've picked up
our broken pieces
and rebuilt ourselves.
Reconnected with ourselves.
Changed, grown
and matured.
I wonder if it is meant to
be between these two
evolved souls.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
Humans
of different ages
learning and experiencing
growing and evolving
through different stages
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
like the sun
we may seem great
and like the sun
we may know we’re not.
the sun knows that
she is one of the
smallest red giants
in the universe
and she knows to
become great she must
take up more space.
engulf those near
into her flames
to become bigger, brighter.
and we sometimes feel this, too.
that we must take up more space
to become bigger, brighter.
until like the sun we
will become so big that we
burst, becoming small again.
we are like the stars,
especially the great ones.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
we read the same books.
watched movies together
and would share a salted
popcorn. 'because sweet
was always too sweet',
we'd say. i'd listen to
the sound of her voice at
four am, she'd listen
to the sound of mine ten
minutes later.
three months later, the
spark died down and
it was as if i was looking
in a mirror. changed the
angle and now i don't
like what i see. i hated
her, changed more about
me so i wouldn't be
my mirror girl.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
Discipline your mind to think rationally and realistically
Let your reasons rhyme and your rhymes never be without reason
Resist resistance and render all rendering rendered
Be relentless with repentance,
righting every wrong until there’s only room for rewards
Whether god sent or godless be on guard regardless
Rearrange the soul of your renegade, show him how to be a real man
Until the distribution of retribution, this is the restitution
And remember, you are who you think
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC