#riseabove
Easy days
Don’t build strong people.
Storms do.
The setbacks.
The sleepless nights.
The moments where quitting
Feels easier than trying again.
That’s where strength is forged.
Anyone can smile
When life is perfect.
But real power
Is standing tall
When everything feels like it’s falling apart.
Every storm you survive
Leaves something behind.
More wisdom.
More patience.
More strength than you had before.
So don’t curse the rain.
Let it shape you.
Because one day
You’ll realize
The storms you hated
Were the same storms
That made you unstoppable.
— Itz_All_True ✍🏽🔥
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC
I am a wolf,
running wild through the forest,
my instincts guide me
beyond the woods,
into the untamed unknown.
I am an eagle,
spreading my wings wide,
flying above the storm,
leaving nightmares far behind.
I am a storm,
with a chaotic beauty,
lightning, thunder, fire—
I am life itself.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
I can’t keep being
the little girl
who survives on her father’s allowance.
As long as I believe
I can only live with the minimum,
I will accept crumbs.
As long as I feel small,
I will place myself
in small jobs,
small lives.
But this is not my truth.
I already know—
I am capable of more,
much more.
And if I don’t rise for myself,
no one will.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
From ashes, I rise, no crown, no name,
Forged in fire, untamed by shame.
Each fall, a step, each scar, a light,
In darkness, I carve my endless fight.
I seek no praise, no fleeting fame,
I burn within, I am my flame.
Not for the weak, nor for the crowd—
I rise alone, unbroken, proud.
The world may tremble, the storm may roar,
But I will stand, forever more.
For strength is born from deepest pain,
And through the loss, I’ll rise again.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 11:55 AM UTC
Resentment hits in the middle of a good day
demanding you let it creep in
like the grimy spiders
spinning their web of lies
& those slithery snakes
with their venomous bites
the ones that killed you
& made you die
about a hundred times
Resentment is by far
the hardest lesson of all
Rising above it
setting it to the side
& out of your mind
so you can continue
holding your breath
moving on with a smile
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
If you know you're wanted,
Please don't take that for granted.
Because someone you know
Doesn't know. Doesn't believe.
Has had peers tell them
They're a burden.
They hear it so much, they believe it.
If you're reading this,
And you're feeling this way,
Let me be the first to say...I want you.
I want you to live.
I want you to not be afraid to love.
I want you to find courage and pride.
I want you to rise above.
Because I've been there.
And you deserve to feel wanted.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
Resignation for self preservation
Forever to hide
Or to break out en masse
Communities struggling
For identity safety and Touch
When leaders ignore
Rise
Never give up
(c)near_lane7
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
Fluffy clouds take me.
An agony below me.
A car sent for me.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
i fear no storm of tragedy and loss
i have been broken into pieces before
i know it'll be bad and excruciating
but trust me i know how to fix everything torn
after the storm calms down , i'll arrange and stick
my pieces back
for i exactly know which piece goes where .
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
Out by thy window to Hope
Thou seest, but the green sigh.
Hope for all other life shimmer,
As dark black consumes thy nigh.
Yet, thou resort to vile tirade, for
Samekind breathing thy exhaled air,
In knowledge, indictment just a mirage.
The anger merely reflection of a fear.
Do thee then, think in retrospect ?
Or do then, prospectively act ?
What shall be thy salvation ?
When thou deny, what is but fact !
Killing thy way to the top, Human.
Death ,destruction; ever on thy mind.
Why then do thee hope for revelation ?
To thy fellow never, thou were kind !
Ignominious downfall imminent,
Epiphany written on the wall !
It takes a toll to be sentient,
As thy numbers grow; to fall !
Nature can sustain only so much,
Thy ignorance, avarice as vile.
Preparedness never for this coming,
A war against all you did defile! Yet,
May thee rise from ashes, resurrected.
Sustenance, compassion_ thine aim !
All is not lost, if thou realise this,
Viirtuousity: thy only saving dame !
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
Your life might not get better today or tomorrow
It is filled with pain and sorrow
But what about the day after?
Will it be filled with laughter?
Or will it be filled with pain?
And how long will it remain?
The only way to cope
Is to always have an sliver of hope
Yes you might not have hope anymore
Because you are fighting a constant war
I know you have been through a lot
But it is all part of a bigger plot
Even though your energy levels are on reserve
You will one day get what you deserve
Now is when you need love
To help you rise above
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 7:26 AM UTC
Open those arms of yours,
Wide unto the sky,
And fly,
Fly away,
Away from all the pain,
From those who make you anxious,
Let the wind strip all your worries from your soul,
Glide through the clouds on the crest of a current,
Now look down,
See how small all the fear really is,
Look how unimportant they are in the grand scheme of things,
See how you rise above it all.
Flying high,
When your ready,
Open your eyes,
And gift them with your presence,
But never forget how high you can soar.
wM
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
Why ever to think that my mind at the brink
would not want what's better, for all!
To believe beyond doubt throwing logic out
that I might know or have the resolve?
To twist and pollute and be ever astute
to history and words so divine
To espouse what is best never to test
in rhythm, prose, verse
or rhyme
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
all too often
we carry the
inexplicable burden
of perfection,
the weight balanced
upon our weakened shoulders,
we can hear our hollow bones
cracking like fallen leaves
under the pressure,
and still, we ignore it.
we see ourselves
through a looking glass
of social comparison
and self discrepancy.
she can't be better than me.
we want to believe that we are beautious beings.
we criticize what
intimidates us,
hatred falling from
our tongues
without a single,
rational thought.
it is then that we become wolves in sheep clothing
but let me tell you this:
you and i, will never be the same
my hair will never
fall the way yours does,
clothes will never
rest that delicately
upon my frame.
there is a divergence
in the way my
hips sway
and
that is okay.
i've a geyser
in my heart,
rosebuds in
my soul.
the faults,
crevices,
canyons in
my flesh
tell the story
of where i am
and have been.
i've inextinguishable embers
inside of me,
things that no other
being will
ever see.
and you,
you are
a monument,
too.
so, though
we all aspire to be
that image seared
into our minds,
from the cover
of that magazine
we read when we
were thirteen,
we will never be the same
and
that
is
incredible
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
I will rebalance these chemicals in my brain that tell me I need you – I want you – I love you.
Pulling this knife from my back, I will rise from the grave you’ve thrown our love into.
Sweating out your favorite song that has been going off in my head every night for eight weeks straight.
You have said what you want now, I’ve already come and gone.
Done with wasting time – I’m only wasting time.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
Two seedlings grow up on the same plot of land
Wonderful black soil, not loose sand
So their roots gripped deep, so tall they could stand
So face to face they grew, each one knowing the other
As they shot up, their love soon bloomed one for another
They so longed to touch and entangle
With their branches they wanted to hold and mingle
And all the way to their roots they wanted to feel the tingle
Their love grew strong, and so did their trunks
They were watered and cared for each day by the monks
And the years slipped by when one final hour
Their branches could touch with a little wind power
A few more years slipped by and they now could embrace
And they were happy they had been planted face to face
They stood for centuries happy and content in their place
Sadly they thought that this bliss would last forever
All life problems they swore to endeavor
They held each other through storms and sunny weather
Until one day his roots grew weaker
With every passing year their situation grew bleaker
One night a storm blew in and their situation was dire
The wind blew him over and lightning set him on fire
She lost some branches trying to hold on to him
She knew deep down to her sap that now her life would be grim
Without him by her side she started to cry
And with every eternal year that crept by
Her limbs no longer reached for the sky but drooped down to the ground
Cuz that is now where his charred remains could be found
She reached for him with every single limb
Her weeping went on each day of the sorrowful years she was filled to the brim
The monks took care of her but they could feel her great sorrow
They prayed everyday that she would stand strong till tomorrow
One day an old monk took a close look at the tree
And decided the pain had changed her so much that her name now is different by decree
So my child when you lay your tired head on your pillow
Remember her and all her seedlings are now the weeping willow
She's there to remind us of the loss of great love
That not even her seedlings could rise above
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
I'm emotionless
My heart just feels so empty
I stare a blind eye
Inside I die
My life is stuck on repeat
My mind has a picture
Everything seems so clear
Save up money
Keep on running
My future seems so near
But reality is much different
There's a whole other plan for me
Dead end job
Against a mob
When will I ever break free?
For now I'll hold my head high
Until my time does come
You will never see me dare cry
Because I will rise above.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
I didn’t ask
for harsh words.
I merely wanted
a ball glove.
Bruises of my youth
will fade,
but memories of your anger
are seared forever.
I sought protection,
but only received excuses
which smelled
of whiskey and
stale cigarettes.
You called me
a mistake of passion,
you treated me
as a little lower
than your dog.
Why?
No wait…
don’t answer.
Your cruel interactions
led me to
a determined goal:
to live free.
I’ve turned madness into
bravery,
teaching others
to be proud,
walk up straight,
be courageous.
I want the world to know
my story, the history
which made me
who I am today.
I am yours,
though your denial
rots away your
last chance at decency.
I hope you see
where you’ve gone
wrong,
for I’ve told your life
through the eyes
of a child.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Run as fast as you can, little one.
One day, you'll see that it was for your own good.
One day, you'll wake up and it will all be okay.
Run as fast as you can, little one.
Run until your body turns into stone.
This life does not favor the faint-hearted.
Run as fast as you can, little one.
Maybe if you stay away long enough, you'll forget all your hardships and sorrows.
Run as fast as you can, little one.
For those who do not finish the race will fall behind and get lost.
Run as fast as you can, little one.
Until one day, you can stand on your own two feet
And you won't need to run anymore.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC