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My anxiety scares me

My anxiety scares me The only thing my anxiety Never questioned death Despite having plans That includes the whole alphabet From A to Z When I wanted to die There was never a second thought My mind was at peace with it No inkling of doubt And this is what scares me Unafraid of taking … Continue reading My anxiety scares me

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More Thought Bubbles

Thoughts have resurfaced They continue to linger Each thought left a remnant of my sanity, self-esteem, and self-worth. when I thought I have a garden to flourish my emotions these thoughts resurface revealing ruins each day passes some moments are different I continue to garden despite the rubble and cracks I'm afraid Because these thoughts … Continue reading More Thought Bubbles

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What Makes Us Good?

I never knew how to answer this question: “Am I a good person?” This would lead me down a rabbit hole Of confusing questions and painful contemplation I would need to review my script of lies Maybe there’s a way I can revise the truth I can weigh in both the bad and the good … Continue reading What Makes Us Good?

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The Literary Trope I Never Loved

An ambiance of witty jokes and sarcastic banter Of obscure pop culture references, Classic novels to unknown authors, And movies directed by old skinny white men Who wears the word "genius" like a badge, Nothing is slow, everything is spinning A montage of sepia-toned laughter And shots of coffee, vodka, and cigarettes Fits into one … Continue reading The Literary Trope I Never Loved

Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President, I hear sirens every night They are like lullabies To sleep away the nightmares, To escape the monsters lurking, Only because I'm safe inside Meanwhile, those who have no homes Feet connected to the streets Found safe haven on the concrete Are running from men in uniforms To haul them into a … Continue reading Dear Mr. President

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Dear Kenneth, I Love You

Our first conversation was through text We were sitting in the same room Without the "will he or will he not reply" anxiety I was talking while you were typing Because you were unable to speak You were sweet but kind of impulsive You met me out of recommendation After a wisdom tooth extraction For … Continue reading Dear Kenneth, I Love You

Hold My Hope | Poetry

These stars have died, bloodshed Lights sparkling on the other side Hold the hand of the lost Hold the hand of the condemned These self-called saints Wreak hell in the streets (Knock on doors) Hold the hand of the never was Hold the hand of the never were Thousands have died For misinterpreted sins (Fall … Continue reading Hold My Hope | Poetry