#keepfighting
Ya'll play around
Ya'll play around
Play around get smoked!
Might put you down
and show you how
I conquer as a goat! (WHOA!)
Don't be a sitting duck, don't get f*** up.
Nip-tucked, get dumbstruck, just hold yo ground
I got your back and stay ready to reload!
Everyone's not your friend but that's okay
don't let them ruin your mode!
Don't PLAY AROUND WITH ME.
Limits come with all that's free expect a fee
They are constantly after my energy
I have a lot of fire in my inner me
I'm no saint, no sinner although sin living in me
I have an arsenal words that hit harder than hennessy!
but they want to destroy every bit of thee but I am not enemy.
When I'm gone, promise they will remember me.
Remember me...
Cursing my essence will not aid your hustle
We all compacted in our own bubble
Feeding the system living off our struggle
While I can, I am making moves
might as well be moving weight with these muscles.
Triple threats hitting me at all angles
**** got me seeing things in doubles
Through it all, I will remain humble
Get on the road. Let's ride. Let's go!
I can disappear like your favorite celebrity going ghost
Hating on me will not give you faith or strengthen your growth
My emotions been riding through highs and lows
In the waves, I find myself a float as I coast to coast.
Dust to Ash, it all ends if I burn it all. Before I reward the
world with the grace I bring.
For anything, I put that on everything. You all mean everything!
I deserve no God's forgiveness, I'm simply existing
I cannot explain what I been feeling, I know need more than self healing....
Oct 29, 2022
Oct 29, 2022 at 12:47 PM UTC
10 years ago you left this earth
10 years ago you died
you quit breathing
and I continued
you no longer smile
laugh
or cry
10 years ago you stopped living
yet I continued
and now
I gained eternal life
a life that was meant for you
and now
in everything I do
I can only think of you
and when I remember that you are dead
sometimes I wish
that I was you
-mel
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 3:46 PM UTC
Do you understand how hard it is for someone?
The ability they have to conquer any situation.
To face not only the outside world, but themselves.
The toxicity of their bad habits clinging onto them for dear life.
Pulling and scratching to control,
Fight back with everything they have.
But it’s those days where they are able to win the fight.
The feeling of accomplishment.
Rejoicing in the ambience.
Thankful and grateful.
Now they keep going.
Forward.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
You’re not fully healed
but you’re not still broken.
With every passing sunrise,
your soul earns another token.
You choose to keep going
when all you wanted was to quit,
and look how far you’ve come
from when your heart was severely split.
The light at the end of
your tunnel gets brighter every day.
Thank you for putting down the pills,
the knife, or the gun and choosing to stay.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
There is this innocence we have as children.
This fundamental right
to believe in a world where anything is possible.
That our daddy's can scare away any boogeyman,
Hiding under our beds or in our closets.
That the world is full of possibilities,
and there is endless time
covered in romantic notions.
But as adults we are no longer fundamentally innocent.
We are patchworks.
Taped in some spots that come lose all the time.
And sewn together in other spots,
That don't come undone all so often.
But we are broken and glued back together,
more often then even we are willing to admit to ourselves.
We harbor resentment and bias,
creating our own worlds in which the boogeyman
is everyone.
and not a soul can save us from him.
The part of us that was so eager,
The part of us that believed in a world of endless possibility
Withers and rots.
Leaving just the acidic taste of lack luster life.
Endless, monotonous daily tasks.
Craving the days when the world didn't feel like
The inside of stove with the pilot burning but out.
We are no longer the innocent.
We are the patchwork creation of a life,
That hasn't always been forgiving.
We are what our children think can save them from anything.
We are the boogeyman killer
The demon vanquisher.
Patchwork and all we may not be innocent,
But we are strong.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
a symbol of hope.
a semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended but chose not to.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
All my life I’ve been told I’m nothing but a disappointment.
A failure.
A waste of human creation.
“You’re useless,” they’d tell me.
“You’re a nobody.”
For the longest time, I believed them.
After awhile their voices became my own voice.
The voice inside my head.
Those voices have started to drown.
I’m grown up now.
I’ve realized my victories outweigh my failures.
Even though I’m still battling it, I’ve “won” against depression.
I was ***** & abused.
But I’m stronger.
I’ve came face to face to a dog that tried mauling me to death.
I survived.
I was unmarried and pregnant.
I was a single mom.
I lost my mom to cancer.
All battles and life events I should have failed at.
I’M STILL ALIVE
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
To dear God whom I confess
But which whom I cannot assess
In which I do not know if I should regret
That I am monster born and not beget
I do not feel guilty as I make child cry
My heart feels empty while my face is dry
I feel nothing when parting ways
With friends and families, even dearly dead
But if I am such a monster, why do I bother
To long for love of my mother, my sisters and my father?
Which I will never receive in a blue moon
But will crave as sunshine in the afternoon
I sit here waiting my impending doom
Filled with wild thought alone in my room:
Why do I feel loneliness and fear
In loveless world I continue to tear
And only place to confess my truth
Is in a place and space of a booth
Where my face hides away from the eyes
Which I must continue to deny
As I am the shadow that hides from light
But until the end, I will fight for flight
As I wish to be free from such thought
While I lay shivering tight as rope has wrought
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Deadly cells find comfort in my body
They grow and destroy my mind
inside I slowly die, my soul turns into a graveyard
this pain robs me of energy
cancer oh how I hate what you have done to me
you infect me with agony that spreads like the ocean
touching every corner of my body
leaving me to fight this pain
which makes me feel deserted in a world full of many
Inside its cold and lonely, outside feels so empty
I fought you for years, gave you so many tears
as you flirted with my fears
cancer what do you want from me
if it is my life you seek, my life you won't get
for that I will fight till the end of time
I will not give up, for I am a survivor
I was born to be stronger, hold on longer
Fight this battle with the love I get from others
Cancer I will overcome you one way or another
for I am a survivor
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
Why is it we fight for only that which affects us?
You see, we are all in this grand scheme singing a grand chorus.
I can't begin to fathom the depths of the hatred in some souls.
To hate somebody with every fiber of your being without actually knowing them, as if you've walked a day in their soles.
1 in 12 trans humans are killed in a violent fashion.
1 in 8 if their skin color is of the colored version.
You don't know a single thing about the fight these strong beings undergo.
And you know even less about the thoughts they can't show.
It's embedded in us to root for the underdog in a contest.
But imagine an empty corner even though they're the best.
Imagine the feelings felt from former friends.
Imagine their bitter ends.
"It's just morally wrong..."
Can't you understand they've felt this way all along?
I think it's beautiful to embrace the inner workings of our mind.
It is not weakness to be one of a kind.
Never feel you are alone.
There are 7 billion people on this planet and we all have a light that's meant to be shown.
Our looks do not define us.
We are celestial beings formed from scattered stardust.
If you don't think that's beautiful, then I feel sorry for you.
I feel sorry that your perspective of beauty is so detrimentally blue.
Look at the world and its colors in full.
Never believe you are not beautiful.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
Run
The taste of blood swelling in your throat
Run
Ignoring your aching feet
Run
Run
Run for joy
Run for fear
Gasping for air
Run
Tears stinging your face
Clouding your vision
Run
Sweat stained clothes
Air blocked ears
Run
Heart drumming
Threatening to tire out of your chest
Run
Stumble
Get back up
Run
Scraped knobby knees
Pounding head
Run
Have you reached your destination yet ?
If not
Run !
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC