Fear is the key, Fear is the key
Fear is the key to unlock all the doors
Fear can make you stand still, rooted to the ground
Like a giant oak tree which has stood unmovable for decades

Fear can also give you a turbo-boosting propulsion
Like a rocket launching into space  at supersonic speed
Fear can lock the propulsion inside of you, hidden all along
Like a giant mass of icebergs beneath the ocean

Fear nothing but fear itself
Fear is good, Fear Is Bad, But Fear Is Necessary
Fear Is Necessary For Your Survival, Know Danger
For If You Know Not Fear, You Know No Danger

Know Fear, Understand The Fear. Embrace Fear
But Do Not Let Fear Control You, Rule You
Fear Is An Insidious type that can Creep Up Behind You
Always There Lurking In The Shadows

The clouds find me at night,
wrapping me in their quiet arms.
I feel warm, safe,
lost in their softness.
But when morning tears them away,
light lays me bare.
The world sees everything—
and I stand,
naked, exposed,
with no place to hide,
waiting for dusk to
bring back the clouds.

Am I really hurt?
Or is it just my way of hiding my mistakes?
Am I really hurt?
Or is it just that I am exhausted of life?
Am I really hurt?
Or is it just me playing the victim card?
I ask these questions from the universe,
But all I get are hollow whispers.
I ask these questions from the crowd,
But all I get are pity stares.
I wonder if my heart is broken
And fear undressed.
I wonder if I am just choosing between life and death.
All this seems *******.
All this seems unrealistic.
But these are my questions
And this is my poetry.
I like my broken self.
Or do I really?
But these are my questions.
And you've got no right
To decide who I am...

Social media brings
sadness
loneliness
depression
anxiety
suicide
bullying
hurtful
angry
time wasted
social media brings
happiness
joyfulness
money
Fame
friends
followers
time to share
both spread news good or bad
brings families together
break up relationships
social media brings the good and the bad
be careful

It might not be too late
to start a life I might
be proud of,
but the roots
are staying here
for now.

The soil has hardened.
In the forest of Mexican
sycamores and white oaks,
I find myself growing moldy.

The crows already know my name.
A ****** nests in my branches.
Their black wings
A choir of omens.

Broken and rebuilt,
I shade the weight
of every life
I’ve already lived.

The past cannot be changed
  But then why
Does it repeat in my head
  Like a broken record

Running to forget
    But every step
Becomes a name
----Everything I regret
If I become fast enough
Can I match the speed
of which it disappeared?

The past cannot be changed
   But then why
Has my mind become a graveyard
  of all my thoughts buried
Because it kept changing you