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 …

I’m Trying To Improve Myself But I Also Want To Take Care Of Myself

I’ve read an article recently about how Millennials (such as myself) are addicted to self-improvement. The article mentioned how self-improvement in itself is a good idea but there is a dark side to it as well –but only if it’s done incorrectly. Buying a self-help book doesn’t immediately mean you’re growing yet it feels like …

My Home Library Needs a Self-Help Section

When I was 13 I would walk into a bookstore looking for the latest YA novel now as a 20-something I go straight to the self-help section. I understand I am only 22 years old and shouldn’t be too consumed with the stressors of everyday life. But here I am writing about how I need more …

Spitting Out Cliches

I love you to the moon and back I’d say, Jupiter or Neptune, But there’s nowhere for me to land I can keep going through space To equate my love with its distance but the farther I go I realize to the moon or the stars Would only make me miss you Roses are red, …

Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

I want to wake up next to you Wrapped around in your arms Or back to back on the opposite sides of the bed All I want is to know your presence I want to wake up smelling coffee Brewing, while you try to cook breakfast It’s either burnt or slightly cooked We opt for …

Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate

Photo by Alex Robert via Unsplash  Is there such a thing as soulmates in the romantic sense of the term? I once thought a past love of mine was my soulmate. Though my evidence was shallow and my reasons could be pure coincidences and not handed out by fate. Now, 12:20 a.m on the clock …

Falling Apart and Burning

I am sitting in a burning room and all I can say is that I am fine. By the next few minutes, I would be buried with the ruins of my sanity. I am watching flames dance until everything becomes ashes along with my desire to live. Turned off my phone, my Wifi, and social …

ironic inspiration

Thank you for the love Unconditional I am blessed But you have damned my poetry With every touch I hear angels With every written line The devil would detest Hell bent on ruins Of my pathetic verses Interrupting my flow It’s love, for all they know Passion and angst Replaced with a metaphor Stripping my …