The battle with self

There is no finish lineIn this world of ours.There are always weaknessessTo strengthen and battles to win.The life of oursCan make us weakWhen we allow it.So I tell you using theSame words my higher selfTells me: close that doorOf yours and bang your weaker self out Go hardcore on yourselfAnd never let it slip you … Continue reading The battle with self

Broken Bridge

The feelings we had for each otherWas never one of loveBut of lust.I see it nowWith the cloudsGone .I can see we wereCraving for affection.Broken as we wereWe craved to be lovedBut we made it upAs we go. We Lived and made our own fairytale.We lived as though we had conquered the world.You were my … Continue reading Broken Bridge

Less Than

It's never said bluntly.You just have to readIn between the words they speak.You ain't like themEven though you are with them.You try to act like themBut you still ain't one of them. You start to fall short.They start to come at youWith their words.Making you feel less than them.Even when you were raised by them.You … Continue reading Less Than

Wonders of words

The wonders of wordsCan be felt by the listener.The emotions carried by wordsCan be felt by the listener.Kind words are not meant to hurt.So why do they?Why do kind positive words slash my skin and spark or shock my blood? What is it about wordsThat move people?The wonders of wordsCan be felt by listeners.It can … Continue reading Wonders of words

Not who I thought

I've got to check myselfCause I thought I knew myself.Through this journey,The hurt childSlowly became theDead child.What was is notWhat is. Your identity is notIn the past.Who am I lookingFor in the past?Just a few gapsThat had to be healed.Don't beat yourselfUp over it.You never knewAbout it. I thought I knew myself.Never thought my pastLead … Continue reading Not who I thought

Some days

Some days I liveTo see me throughYour eyes.Some days I lay inBed and pounderHow others see me.I want to see me throughThe eyes of others. I want to see meFrom a different perspective.Can I see me fromTheir eyes?Can I meet meThrough their memories?Is that allowed? You can meetYou just yetYou are not readyTo see you.You … Continue reading Some days

No refunds, for Life

The raging seaClashes within me.How to I keep afloat.I get overwhelmedWith every action planLayed out for me.They are hereTo help.But I'm not sureI've got it in meTo see this through. I am depleted.Where can I goFor a refill.My muscles areScreaming.My flesh isslowly decaying.Not to exaggerateBut my fleshIs out of date. Where did I go wrong?Which … Continue reading No refunds, for Life

into me see

Really scary. They see into you. They see your insecurities. Will they see Who you are Trying to be? Will they see Past the holes, Moles, scars And patches That are slowly removing? Into me see Every little breaks, Cracks and patches That is holding Me together. Into me see The weakness, The brokenness That … Continue reading into me see