there is chaos in every direction most surpass our own comprehension we were injected with fear and likes hardly shaken but stirred we all on a quest for more not for less all choices dictates a path all things are not good but we just want to choose the lesser evil
fast approaching are the hopes of fake men never paid never made men penning lines causing chaos you can tame them in the end they just a bunch of lame men
taken away no way no pathway to depart upon it’s left out in the cold holding on unconfident but bold to deliver a truth youthful churns burn brightly in plain view living out your traumas father help please knees shake fallen but you helped me toward forgiveness and the light
i cried openly tears felt wet moments though i excelled in the moment i was lost in myself falling that standing nothing i had was upheld picking up pieces teardrops in streams believing in self is the only thing that hold me afloat and also faith i promise to not fall for more mistakes i need to stay lifted
lately the world is too busy no connection tried to call got rejection maybe time is now lagging you created more to use or waste people loss time living life in haste you are available hands raised classroom volunteering missing quality time time flies quit waiting on so long cut ties maybe they return but you have already left
A rare glimpse into my world here, then gone. Catch this warning shot of a poem before it slips out of reach and becomes the verse you wish you remembered.
only for a limited time i give you access until it’s denied 🙅🏽♂️ ain’t for playing games once seen that’s a warning sign or red alert alert i have to keep it moving only here for a limited time you going to wish that you knew me peace ✌️
This unfiltered piece pulls back the curtain on curated timelines and borrowed joy, calling out fake smiles, staged lifestyles, and the quiet chaos hiding off-camera. Through sharp, honest lines, it reminds you that life moves in seasons, that not everything “perfect” you see is real, and that your real work is loving yourself through the mess. Read on if you’ve ever felt behind, less than, or lied to by the feed; this poem was written to bring you back to you.
first of all everybody ain’t happy sadly but life comes in seasons gladly all those posts you see ain’t true these people lying to you fake bags, fake smiles so traffic can drive but hell is hotter on the inside than out beauty is not always surface level as we are drawn to the inside and when others ain’t looking so if you heated and cooking watching people post their lives they got roaches and i know this don’t neglect loving you time heals wounds and shall heal you work on you and your reality so pay attention to your feels stop comparing highlight reels you will be much happier than most
A woman tearfully reflects on a lifetime of cherished memories appearing in a glowing ethereal bubble.