At first I didn't think it would help, but look at me now. I am standing here, very much alive. Standing tall with my head held high. Feeling like I can reach the sky. Crawling up in a ball hoping to die, doesn't make you fly. Poetry helped save my life, all because I decided to try. I took the extra steps and elongated my stride.And look at me now; I am ready, I am ready to thrive.

having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it's the fear of failure, but no urge to be productive. it's wanting friends, but hate socializing. it's wanting to be alone, but not wanting to be lonely. it's feeling everything at once then feeling paralyzingly numb

Do you remember
when the dragon saved the princess
from that awful knight
because I can remember it clearer than most

the knight, a greedy *******
who's foul lips
wrapped around a glass bottle
who's foul lips
sought the bottle
and nothing more

and remember when he hit the princess that first time
remember when he grabbed her hair
remember when he shoved her down
put away the scars
the scratches
the bruises
treated it as
'oh, he's just showing his love'

and remember
remember that one night
when she finally called his bluff
she said 'no, you don't love me'
remember when he hit her with the bottle
the knight, what a **** bag
but after that,
came the dragon
with his tattoos and heavy beard
on his motorcycle
and beat the knight away
****** him to hell
or at least prison
and a lot of angry inmates

and the princess and the dragon
set away
to have a nice little life together
with the night safely locked and gone
in a far away tower.

Knock knock
Pretty face
Perfect body
******y brain
Unfriend
Block

A chilly and crisp Thursday night
I rolled out the two garbage bins
I set them alongside the sidewalk
Broke the silence with their thundering din

A tough week, a tough month, a tough lifetime
I sit down on the curb and I sigh
The cold stops its journey within me
I look up and stare at the sky

And there, on the blackness, that infinite canvas
The moon looms, an orb of sharp white
I think of her staring off through her window
Is the moon that I see in her sight

I'm lyrical
Vocabulary wreck varies
Some words twisted meanings
I ate the cherry

Spit out disease
With these words I'll thrive

Not to be the best
To be noticed

To protest
Express
Dreams into reality

From underground
Love hates war days

To waking life up
To the end of days

Until my last breath
Until I can breathe

In this moment of time
On my music you'll feed

In this mind you'll find my days were restless
Lyrically inclined ecliptic miracles it's nothingness

To the hearts ear
You want them to hear
Shhhhhhhhh