#newpoem
There is no use in worrying
it can't achieve a thing,
for worrying leads to sadness
and that's all it will bring.
Though life is bleak and grey
just try a little smile,
and go and take a peaceful walk
in the fresh air for a while.
For life seems so much better
when distractions fill your mind,
so stop whatever you're doing
and let yourself unwind.
Misery craves attention
so grab your boots be snappy,
and if you remember one thing
my friend - it's this: don't dwell be happy.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
Reflect in the morning and wait patiently for sin;
Do not rush because of those who venture this way,
Because of the "Man" carrying out his whitey schemes.
Desist from ranting and circumvent bad energy;
Fear not; it leads only to further confusion.
We are trained to accept and implore the mediocre
for the sake of forming simplistic narratives
concerning a world we cannot understand.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
The fallen knight
Who would have thought, he would be a fallen knight,
the once brave and mighty star has now fallen to his ashes.
All his praise has slowly been buried deep in people's minds,
as now he has become a fallen knight.
The one who once was hailed for his feats by the world,
and was in full glory, mortified by praises
has lost all of his praises and gloriousness.
As now, he has become a fallen knight
____ Tess
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
As my dreams play
vivid images of a future
I'm yet to mold
my brain cries in silence
as in my hands, wet clay
is all I hold
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
Next to you,
I might stay a little longer
Next to you,
I might talk a little more
Next to you,
I might say things, unlike before
Next to you,
the words of the crow
soften like the dove
Next to you,
my heart aches with love
Next to you,
I silently cry
for at the end of it all
Romeo and Juliet
die.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 6:21 AM UTC
Am I pretty like crotchet
because my mind's in a knot?
or am I a billionaire
because I have a penny for every thought?
Am I the nemesis of time
because I think too quick or as slow as
the last drop of lime?
None.
I am my mind's
the mind's not mine
But one day, they shall intertwine and
we shall be fine.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:51 AM UTC
my body was once a temple to Daphne consecrated,
got razed by your sinful touch,
an ingenue bearing the grudge.
ephemeral eudaemonia, sempiternally anesthetized.
crimson substance will gush out from my lips,
running down my ******* and hips
it will splatter my ankles and thighs,
retracing the marks of the night you eroticized.
same old scars were once covered with epidermis,
petrichor smell, decorated with the salt of my tears.
backsliders will cry at my vault, murderers won't go to court;
left with a soul reduced to the coagulation of common thought.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC
Wake up and I swallow
Instagram reels and dry pills
to help feel less hollow
Bite into tender flesh
sip on my blood coffee
their pain is still so fresh
New phone every new year
six marketable colors
screams fall on a deaf ear
My hair begins, thins out
checking all the labels
ingredients I do doubt
All we do is consume
no matter what the cost
dead families, no tomb
Wake up and listen in
They don't care about us
Money hungry eat skin
Nov 21, 2023
Nov 21, 2023 at 12:48 AM UTC
****** Recognition Blues
Physicists speculating about a cosmic hologram
Anarchists debating about the next message from Uncle Sam
The archaic ageing of the technology of the Telegram
An innocent waiting for an answer from an Annogram
Images of scientific breakthrough projected onto a screen
Lineages of ancient history documented by a well structured meme
Silhouettes of a symphony expressed in classical themes
Pirouettes of a dancer expressing her physical dream
Instant ****** recognition at the local petroleum station
Distant ignition of a motor designed for mechanical elation
Vincent Van Goh without his human ear awaiting non-contamination
Stringent processes for fiscal accountability awaiting mass configuration
An ominous sound bellowing out from a lonely cello
A omnivorous hound yelling out the sound of “hello”
A discourteous round shot out of the mouth of the mellow
That song by Coldplay -you know the one that they called “Yellow”?
Can you see the beauty of your most recent failure forming?
Do you feel the energy shift when dawn turns into morning?
Have you seen the tired child overworked from labour yawning?
Did you hear the broken poet howling sadness out as her calling?
Fundamentalist extremists theorising about their obsessions
Confrontationalist activists eschewing material possessions
An environmentalist prophesising scientifically based confessions
A conversationalist espousing verbal directives and regressions
Would you exchange your ideology for the sake of monetary gain?
Could you pertain to philosophically abandon your perception of pain?
Or would you abstain from phenomenologically documenting the acid rain?
Or could you categorically state that you’d like to decide before you refrain?
Precision elements of reflective detail in recollection
Decisions and components of defective mobilisation in your direction
Narcissus falling in love with himself, staring at his own reflection
Self-confidence that is so pure and strong that it is beyond external correction.
Humanitarian aid distributed fairly with efficiency and action
Egalitarian ways ignited by early proficiency and dissatisfaction
A Libretarian on display as surely as a well defined mathematical protraction
A maternity ward without a doctor waiting for the next contraction
Remember what the cost was when you held corruption to account ?
Dismember all that’s been lost when you want to make it count ,
Engender memories of the Holocaust as you view Auschwitz from a mount
Contender for the Nobel Peace Prize focusing on all that’s paramount
By Elizabeth Moroz Copywrite 2023
Aug 10, 2023
Aug 10, 2023 at 7:24 AM UTC
Reading The ****** words of Ginsberg at dawn
Hedy Nash, John
You made it through deafness and insanity
To be finally recognised late in life
For your- now, but very much then- undeniable genius
And this fills me with so much hope
Though I still silently ponder death every breathing second of my life
The lleH I went through is obnoxiously Borin g compared to the mania of Allen, Sylvia and Kerouac
Which they painted with seductive/disturbing/seductive/mad words
I'm young and deeply scared
I'm young yet deeply scarred
I want to see it all in the next minute then be gone
Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 5:18 AM UTC
I do eat people
sometimes, they escape
they knock at the door
impatiently tapping my
the oak wood, their feet
humming a tune
that is completely,
utterly empty
I am locked up in the mad house
and for good reason too
When I let people in,
I close the door
When you step through
the doorway
I
Can't
Wait
any longer.
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 5:38 PM UTC
Choking on fears.
Fighting for oxygen.
Bringing my eyes
all in view once never seen.
My voice has no power
Questionable feelings, no power to scream.
The need to breathe
Nothing more than
product of a dream.
Scratches running down my arm
Numbing my body.
Silhhouette of the beast
Disturbing my peace
Trying to consume my soul
Unobtainable in solace
Reality repeats, all is lawless
I am motionless in
an unstable transition.
The world of the in between
The dead and the living.
Vulnerable in astral world
Connection to ancestors in deep sleep
The past or the future of possibilities.
My essence roams freely.
Disconnection from all of me.
I can't feel you there.
Where are you?!
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 3:14 PM UTC
I am going through a lot
Who even needs water?
I rather drown in fire.
Can't save me don't even bother
Words my to mother,
I rather it be me. better than any other
Give a **** you know less, why would you provide any offer.
I give love and hate better than what you must suffer....
Know you miss me. I am watching the movie play over & over
on the parts, that delayed and buffered.
I had enough of the ********
I am losing all myself to every bit of this.
Most of ya'll fake
friend and pretend
with given signs from wind
to be in the Blues but you CLUELESS,
what I even put myself through to just do this!
I'm trying to make this world, safe for my son.
Elijah was all that I had and I promise he's not my only number one!
Murderous vibes resonate within both minds.
My other ego spontaneously showing shifting signs.
It all goes on. I'm taking what's left of our time.
Might be my dark side before it's any time of mine
It's not pase, ******* wei (dude).
I'm going cold as snow, emotional tides through these lines.
RIP my brother Isaiah, Joseph, Raylin and Byron
Go off the page, I might sign off with the
noise in my head, SCREAMING, sound off. There's no Sleeping With Sirens.
Hear me scream and roar, no part of me is dying. I'm a BEAST like Buttonz. (artist from Laredo, Texas)
Mightier than any lion.
Not lying. This **** is for the birds. Although, none of this is flying.
I am done losing blood and tears. In a frantic frenzy, frolic frequently for final fallen fantasy, fading by Furious Fears.
Looking into the crystal cause it's all that gave me clarity.
I could not get that, from looking into the mirror. Other side not clear. Parallel dimensional traveling, I have no choice to go with the flow. No matter if I break, brake, or even try to steer
I am done falling behind.
From the gutter, growing our way back to the grind.
Ya'll trying to keep up with these times and rhymes.
I am just trying to show the hate
in this world nothing will stop a peace-fighter I will fire. TAKE COVER. Before you shame me with hate as a fake lover.
Words fall on false promises. In all love and honor. I am doing my damnest as a one of a kind father.
Wish they would place the blame on another
I believe in you, I believe him, I believe in her and his mother.
********** don't need bad spells to cast hell.
Why you deserve heaven, if you will cross lines
to cross your own brother!?
**** I will do anything, to revive them all and unconditionally love all additionally, with an unstable mother!
Is it all enough? What the ****
What the **** you mean?
You think all of this makes me a King?
I rather you have freedom
**** What I stand for in terms of a kingdom.
Kingdom come. Kingdom goes.
I know King-Kong won't try me unless
I feel bold enough
To get the biggest piece and try to eat him!
I rather deceive him.
Everyday's my energy's depleting, heart's broken and it keeps beating. I am still fighting. Sword's broken.
I'm still bleeding. Why the hell, am I still here?
I should be ******* leaving.....
My child's still here, I gotta keep breathing
Full of Shenanigans, we are randomness at fullest. Even Stevens.
I am ready to die for everyone I speak for and believe in!
Give a **** less, if you wish downfall on my success.
_You cannot spellbound me to anything less._
Gonna push myself to go, Isaiah will always be my reason.
Ya witch.
Jul 20, 2022
Jul 20, 2022 at 1:27 PM UTC
Valentine's Day, I'd sooner choke.
On sarcasm, on cynicism, on smoke,
Pollute my lungs with tragedy.
Let me not hear sickening words,
Regurgitated love, deadened eyes,
Empty promises, reused lines.
A worldwide joke
That we are all in on
We all laugh along
Year after ****** year.
And you weep when love ends,
Falling away so soon.
As if the day
Would have fixed your issues
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 12:45 PM UTC
Death before dishonor. My mindset is intricate. Trauma trapped in terror, taking toll, lost from destiny's control, this soul carry scars, from my ancient lineage!
Our hearts creates the art, empowered by our voice, we wield foundational instruments!
Breaking through depression since, as an adolescent, resisting and reversing the barriers of resentment!
Momma told me. "Power is present in your mind. Do not believe your human body is impaired or limited!"
Beyond the eyes, that foreseen demise. Do not perceive these lies, which altered the design, that'll strip you away of your abilities and privileges!
The conquest to eradicate prolonging diseases. Just to keep all adjust to maintain a fit!
The virus is eternal, for I refuse to allow this hatred, to make me sick! She says "You wield too much pride in your influence"
I will carry on, strong, sharpen as the sword of might, for him as a savior of the light!
Battling. No matter, if both wrists slit!
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
Tragedies will arrive and depart
Just like the problem(s) you did not ask for.
A solution(s) never fails to assist the occasion
Life will always have a way.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
Will you come meet me
At the horizon?
Past the willow trees,
Through the meadows,
Where their bodies
Rot and decompose.
The crows come to feast
On unspoken promises
And love that has ceased.
Now look ahead
Across the frozen lake,
Where few dare to tread,
Lest their disguise
Shatter and sink
Before sunken eyes
Beyond the wasteland
Of woes and lovers
You'll come to stand.
Where beats cry in the night
Woeful of those before
Now passing as mere wights.
Gazing at the cosmos,
I lie still
Having kept my soul close.
Will you come meet me
At the horizon
Past the willow trees?
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
The corners singed
Smoke rising
It was on too long
So not surprising
Next time I won't read:
The email, the text, or the
Instagram message.
Tomorrow I'll forget
I'll flick the switch
And my mind will drift
Like a balloon sailing out to sea
And once again burnt toast
Will be waiting for me
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 3:50 PM UTC
Loving what is not meant to be
Is a lot more detrimental than holding
on to anything hurting you.
Spare yourself from the pain
That is undeserving of you and your moral character.
Why people remember what, make them feel a certain way?
Over what we, make them think?
If hatred could be consumed like nutrition
would you poison yourself?
To satisfy nerve-ending hunger or undying thirst?
Why must we endure the worse of times?
Testing a will under elements to be broken under merciless conditions
Just to have a taste of the pleasure we ultimately deserve!
What is love?
What is life?
How do we seek truth?
If the world uses spells
to spell our demise.
Looking into mirror
I see more than one face
and a story following multiple timelines
as our human eyes convert electronical text
using our brain to decipher encrypted codes and signs
What is there to me?
When I have been to places
that most eyes cannot even see
Never needed deep meditation
or any form of super drug as a pill.
In a world where reality and fiction stand still
If I am living my dreams. Then why must my
dreams question my living, therefore is existence even real?
How can one connect to others emotionally?
If few of us, have emotions we have yet to feel?
It's too late to move forward.
Why you keep turning back?
If you never gave it a try in the first place?
Why complain about an outcome that is not even a possibility?
Doing the same routine for the longest
have not changed the process of your decision making?
If you know your worth
Why you feel worthless?
Do you even know
what is the meaning behind your own purpose?
Why are you still questioning yourself?
When you have most of the answers?
Stop over thinking.
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 6:31 PM UTC
"Daddy. Wake up. You had a big fall! Don't leave please, can you see me? You must come back! Don't look into the light, it will take you from me!"
The only sad part of this world is our languages serve no purpose!
Everyone and everything made no sense. Besides my own child. His appearance, not effected by this place. All friends and family presented before me, were grey and the weight of sadness was strong, with the stillness from silence filling the air. For some odd reason, I could scream and rage. But couldn't speak my son's name!
No, other place felt like home!
From the day, my visit with the realm of white
was short-lived.
My son's gentle voice
Strong enough to shatter the silence and brighten the dimness of environment. Floating in the abyss, until my soul established connection...
Back to this living hell once again! Flying through timelines, to ensure my detached spirit have it's reunion with my body!
My guardian angel told me
"Release yourself, from all that hurt you.
The pain is only an illusion and it is temporary."
I hugged onto my savior. Feeling my light fade, remembering how beaten and broken I was.
Every word dripped with blood, fighting against the pain to stay awake. Breathing was forced, this is NOT to be of the life
I once had love for...
I could hear my voice and perpetual thoughts, along with that of family members, running and slamming into another!
Breaking the atmosphere of this unearthly dimension. All in high efforts to reach out to me! No documentary or biography on a big screen compared, to seeing multiple lifelines flash before your eyes. Knowing it's all coming to an end, although the checkpoint served as a deciding point for another rare chance. Just for that desired taste, for a bittersweet victory.
Regardless, if I would have fought back during battle. There would have been a war.
What would have stayed the same?
Would any difference have changed the outcome?
Is there an escape from this pain?
I never asked for this!
I didn't even have, a chance to make a fist! Two fools wanting to be Mr Big Dog, Mr Big S***, all in hands of my disposal, were aimless words in my defense!
If I knew then what was known now. I would have, gave you no option to call anyone willing to help you on your checklist!
My eyes were brimming with tears of anger. The glow from
my new found home slowly leaving me as while peacefully carrying myself away.
"Free myself? In a world shrouded in darkness. I lived for light! Empowered by Faith, and Hope to make amends so Karma will not interfere with destiny!
Forgive and accept, I am the one left with regrets to bring the strongest of angels to their knees, to have a final moment to wept!"
Do you wish to be free? You may not come back as the same. The world is not ready for you to fall." The angelic voice soothe the sound of commotion of the thoughts and voices. It became background noise, instead of overpowering.
"Perhaps, I won't fall. If you let me go. It's fine. It was my decision! I am ready! I do not fear the fall, sorrow put a deafening hold on aspirations. It's all or nothing. It was Isaiah I needed to protect. This wasn't possible as human, I was ready to surrender any part of myself!
I give my light in just to master what was feared most.
Darkness.
It was my turn to fly!
Seeing the alarming expression on my guardian's angel's face shift from confident to worried, and then accepting.
Falling so fast, even an angel of light
could not respond quick enough to save me.
My grasp purposely broken, to save and prove "Love" can save in all terms on any magnitude.
I realized, it's best to compromise and be a sacrifice!
My vision was consumed by the black energy, pouring from my overworked heart.
...
"Hey wake up....
You fell asleep Mr....
Are you okay?"
an innocent voice of a loved one filled my ears once again.
It was my son! I was lost in his glowing and reflective eyes, unaware on how he speaks, to me as if he didn't know of my identity. Fascinated with the fact my appearance increased in muscle mass, my eyes appeared more vicious and intimidating.
Even my clothing were different, in a place where you never believe clothing would exist!
I was in a grey shirt, and blue jeans stained with blood. When I first encountered, Isaiah and my guardian angel. Now, I am wearing all black button up, paired with black formal dress pants, along with matching shoes.
My height was equivalent to Slenderman and felt like my hands were strong enough to pick up people like marbles.
The painful breaths subsided.
My essence felt stronger.
"Be free but don't allow yourself to fall. If light fails to convince, we can give the darkness a try."
The duality between a gruff voice a masculine voice combined with a feminine nurturing voice in unison. Played like my favorite symphatetic melody, singing beautifully in the back of my mind.
I knew I was alive. The complexities of my body, were running in adrenaline mode.
Everything felt, powerful and responding to all my worries suddenly, felt instinctive.
My hand gently placed on my son's shoulder. I kneeled down on one knee, staring into the eyes of my beloved son. Feeling my own voice running, with the flow of new found energy revitalized in my stronger body.
"Isaiah...remember my promise?" I said with flowing waves of happiness, while smiling carefree.
"Daddy...?"
Isaiah said with a surprising smile, his eyes glistened with tears of happiness.
"I will always be free." I started
Without you, I will never fall!"
we both said together, with a brief laugh, we hugged each other and the light from the realm finally returned us home.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 8:45 PM UTC
The whirlwinds from this hurricane
Creates a continuous world warp
the destructive tide remaining inside
Terrifying, flashing lighting side to side
Clearly everywhere it's a mystery
Drift to sleep and float in peace.
It's best to keep calm, cool and collective.
When it comes to friends I am overprotective as well as selective.
Under any form. Not every choice, is worth a risk.
Take a moment to feel the shift, before you flip the script!
You cannot hold on to it.
Allow it comfort you.
Another day with you is more than a gift.
Vacuous matters weighing on you dissolve and wash away
You give me life. In every situation must not lose your composure
Remain free of tension. A wise one of the world
Embedded it in our souls... "To be formless...
Formless like water"
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
What I thought would be easy
Turned out to be a trial.
I lay curled up feeling queasy.
Frustration, anger. A strong stance.
Is it denial in their faces?
Am I to give another chance?
But as I gaze into your eyes
Those soft, warm orbs bring light,
A fresh breath. I realise.
I shall conform no more
That young girl is gone,
This will not be like before.
Dead is the binary
The girl in the mirror, gone.
Now I see myself. Finally.
Societal chains bear me down
Some days I give in.
Allow myself to drown
In your norms
Your dead ways.
This strange form
Will never fit in,
I quickly realise
No matter the colour of skin.
Yet I gaze in the mirror,
I see myself, finally.
The world looks clearer.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
Is it the red crescendoing of trees lining the icy lake?
Or the pebbles popping under the rubber wheels of my old car?
Is it the warmth of picking up wool scarves from their summer cocoons? Being shaken out and wrapped around cold necks?
Is it this lower state's familiar weather, blending brisk wind with bright sun? The way it heats the second-floor windows in the frigid mornings?
Is it the scents of sage and roasting meat floating through the door, welcoming me home?
Or the mismatched pairs of shoes kicked under the hallway bench?
It might be this last bit of Cabernet slowly tumbling to top my cup, or the ceaseless squeak of my childhood bed.
But yes, something calls me here, back to the beginning.
Back to the autumns of our home.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
it was the night we got high off of our youth
we soared through the sweet strawberry sunset
we didn’t talk
we didn’t have to
it was just me and you on a wednesday night
forgetting the world
and at last,
being at ease.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
You look at life with rose tinted glasses.
Everything
Is a coincidence
or a stroke of luck
or fate
Nothing is planned.
Everything is up to chance
Everything is possible
Nothing is what you want it to be
Responsibility is scary and exhausting
Recklessness is exciting and exhilirating
You are stuck with these glasses
Unable to return them
They are imprinted on your skin
They own your scent and your essence
They become
you.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC