Category: Poetry

Date Written: 26 March 2026

Rejection is a normal part of life
yet why does it always crush me?

Disagreements are bound to happen
yet they always cause me great distress

We cannot live in a world where everyone is happy
nor can we grow and learn only from success
but here I find myself striving for this impossibility

My fears of rejection and failure haunt me
and when family, friends, and coworkers argue,
I find myself always tense

Failure is a normal part of life
yet I always am striving towards success

My ambition seems to drain me more rather than less
but I must digress, for my fears that haunt me
they also provoke me to do my very best

Rejection, failure, and loss may all be a normal part of life
but I cannot deny my drive for acceptance, accomplishment, and gain
so I will suffer through all this pain
alone as I bide my time
and continue to delude myself into
wanting an abnormal life only full of
acceptance, understanding, forgiveness,
and well, success.

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Date Written: 15 November 2015

Hands pulls
Things tear
Bring me hope
Or bring me despair
You never cared
So I grip my hair
My hands pull
My head now hurts
It’s what you do to my heart
Exactly that
Your hands pull my love apart

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Date Written: 14 March 2026

Our hands may link together
but our hearts’ beat out of sink
and we never see eye to eye.

We may share the night together
but we never share our days
and we never make the time.

If love was supposed to be mutual,
why do I find my love weighing more
than your love that sits across from mine?

If love was supposed to be deep,
why do I only hear your sweet little lies more
than the large truths hiding behind your eyes?

Love can hold a heart to a flame
But love cannot foster one’s respect
for another if there is no respect in the first place.

You may love your partner,
But do you respect them?

You may respect your lover,
But do you love them just the same?

So while our hands may link together,
and we may share the night together,
The love and respect we carry for each other
may never ever align.

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Date Written: January 2015

Cold wind.
Icy fire.
Rolls of thunder.
Scarred soil.
Yellow-white flashes.
Fluffy clouds,
Turn to grey clouds,
Then black clouds,
Dark clouds,
All gone.
Pitter-patter,
Pitter-patter,
Sounds the rain.
Rumble Rumble,
Rumble Rumble,
Sounds the Earthquake.
Cricket cricket,
Chirp chirp,
Sounds the night.
Silence Silence,
Silence Silence,
sounds the icy fright.
Ol’ jack-O-Lantern is gone,
eaten in the form of pie
only to return again
in spirit as a tiny crystal
unique in every way it meets the eye.
Always quiet and watching by your window frame
Your sad pleas by the warm fire
The water escaping from your face
You’re all snuggled in blankets of comfort
Alone for another long night
Ol’ Jack sees you
He feels your pain
He understands you
But is too afraid to go sit and stay
So away he turns
Mr. Jack Frost leaves in the
Cold wind
Icy fire
While falling down silently in the ever moody clouds,
He thinks of your face
And the wetness surrounding your eyes.
And every time he lands on your windowsill,
Your body changes shape
Growing older and older
Until the last long night strolls on by.
Soon you leave
You leave Jack be
All alone again
He is free from the burden we humans never bare to see
A snowflake
Your snowflake
Your little friend you never fully see.
Even when “death do us part”
Jack Frost will forever be a
Snowflake

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Date Written: 28 February 2026

A raven’s wings may glide in the wind
A snapping turtle’s beak may hurt when it bites you
A mother’s emotionally charged words may hurt her child
And an ocean’s water may feel crushing when it captures youth

Life has a way of making living numb
Death has a way of consuming what was once new
Gods’ have ways to empower what little humans can do
And science has ways to define what we know we must not choose

Winds can change the tide of a sailor’s fate
You can change when you don’t want to
Children can change their dreams before adults do
Youth can change how governments think things through
Numbness can sooth a broken heart and mind
New can deteriorate until it’s weathered and used
Doing without thinking things through can bring more harm than good
Choosing what we know can limit us and leave us more confused

No matter what starts a sentence
The ending will begin again
A complete loop that few break free from
A love-hate cycle that humans subscribe to

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Date Written: 17 March 2016

It’s a constant struggle
To be the best version of myself
When all I have are your claws wedging themselves into my skin

My actions confuse me
This weight of responsibility is slowly killing me

Having to learn how to drive
When my fear of its unpredictability controls me
Having to take on the weight of others
Because no one else will
Having a friend that is poison to my being
Cling to my soul

All this is driving me to my breaking point
But,

When will I break?
How long will I last?

My happiness never lasts
There is this road block deep within my chest

It grabs hold of my chin
Searing at my throat
My throat burns
My head hurts

I feel so utterly, entirely alone
But at least I know others feel this way too
Because that’s really what its all about
Never me but always you, you, and you

What is making me so depressed?
Why am I so down again?
Is it because of you, my poison?
Is it because I’m giving up on you, my future friends?

Let the pain cycle through

Everything is going right
Or, is it?

Maybe I’m just as lost as I was before
Maybe I never got unlost
Maybe I never have been found
Maybe I’m just unfound
Maybe I’m just forever overlooked

I’m never the opened book
My contents are far too confusing
Far too grievous
Far too dark
Far too bright

Far too scarred
When will someone see through my mask and actually do something about it?
When will someone genuinely care about my internal thoughts and contents?

Hating myself yet again
It’s a never ending cycle
Continuing with now physical symptoms

I wish I found my heart’s home
I wish I found my home
My home
My
Home

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Date Written: February 2014

You can rip my heart
You can take my pride
I’m still standing
Hit me down
Toss me around
I’m still walking
Hold my breath
Count to ten
You’re way over my head
So I said
That you were dead
And I was lonely
What a shame
You have no game
I’m the star
And I’m going far
So take a piece of my heart
Take a piece my pride
Share it with the world
Fore I am still alive
I’m still breathing
And running
With hatred
Neglect
A lack of respect
For me
I am slow
The slowest of them all
I space
Forgetting some of the things needed to be done
Well I’m done
You’re dead to me
I’ve moved on
And you’re still holding on
Let go
Embrace
Accept with an open heart
An open mind
And be mine
Oh wait you died
So never mind
I am still alive, Valentine

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Date Written: 07 February 2026

As the sky rumbles and the clouds’ cry
I hold my breath then let out a sigh

As the ground quakes and the birds’ fly
I look around me then I wonder why
The earth shook and the sky roared
Because before this phenomenon
I found myself to be bored

Bored of my day to day
Bored of my tedious life
But then the sky spoke,
And then the ground shook,
And now I find it within myself to explore,
What has happened and why it has not done this before?

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Date Written: 31 January 2026

Sometimes it takes leaving a place
to see how that place was a cage.

Sometimes it takes courage to finally face
what has been pent up inside, the thing called rage.

It’s only when we find ourselves going forward
that we also find ourselves looking back.

It’s only when we take that first step toward
our dreams and desires that we find the things we lack.

This mirror in front of us only shows us what is there.
And sometimes as much as we move ourselves forward,
the past will still linger in view there.

The only way to reach our future
is to acknowledge the past that follows us
into the present that makes us all aware
that the future we sometimes seek is all but rare.

It is an illusion that comes from our past
that affects how we act and decide in the present.
But how do we move around the mirror
that only shows us where we’ve been and who we are,
but never what we could be?

How do we shatter the mirror to see our future?
How do we no longer keep viewing the past?
Do we close our eyes as we remain present?

Or do we continue to our unknown destination, our fated place?
And do we stay in this mirror that is our cage?

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