Love.

Silence, as we were driving home,
Trying not to show our emotions,
Realising it was make or break,
Unaware of the power this bump caused
Grasping at any opportunity to fix things
Growing more impatient waiting to talk
Love, a rollercoaster of
Emotions

Love

Strong bonds, forged through
Trails we endured, a strong sense of
Regret flowed, shame, embarrassment
Envelop me, but you showed forgiveness
Giving me a second chance, as tears
Navigate the contours of my cheeks
Thanking you continuously, feeling like
Hell has released me and let me live

Love

Have we forgotten where we started?
Always looking at the future
Politely navigating life’s challenges
Policing our own feelings to not upset
I will never forget the kindness you had
Never wavering or repeating the mistake
Every day we spend together we grow
Showing solidarity, strength and support
Slowly building the blocks of our life

Love

It doesn’t have to be this way,
It’s not as hard as you imagined
it all to be.

There are hills, and obstacles in
the way, but persistence is key—

Prevailing is the best way
to not fall in a state so freely.

It’s all about faking your way,
And ******* it up, until you
grow so numb, because nothing
else matters—

Nothing else matters anymore.

It’s a hard road ahead, and you’re
the greatest enemy that you
could ever meet.

An enemy you could only
defeat.

But you’ve yet to stand up
for yourself, and you end up
getting torn,

A person left in shatters,
oh-so forlorn.

I haven’t given up,
But the energy inside me
has dimmed over time.

Life has swallowed me whole,
And I’m caught in the tide of a
never-ending spiral,
Drowning at every word.

Will I make it out of
this storm, or be carried away
by the waters, no sign of life
and screams left unheard?

I’m content with suffering,
but this emptiness inside me,
persists without warning.

I forgot how to feel,
Forgot how to smile,

The last time I felt
something,

I haven’t felt that
way in a while.

And so life
reminds me,

That no matter
what I do, or where
I go,

My problems always
follow me, even when
I’m alone.

I haven’t given up,
And I haven’t broken
down,

But I know my
problems won’t go away
until I’m six feet underground.

Is your mind man manipulated?
Do the stars show you what’s ahead?
Does the weather control your emotion?
Is your life worth a few more years of mine locked?
Pick peace apart
You might just find…

****** ON MY HEAD
AN EVANGELIST’S HIGH
IN THE COMPLEXITY OF GOD’S GIFTS
AND THE LOST OF FREEDOM IN RUINS OF A GARDEN
I’VE GOT
****** ON MY HEAD

Another night comes to end replaced by sunrise
Shamefully witnessed through jaded hazel eyes
Morning smiles met with awkward no replies
It seems as if the recreation developed into the demise

a malignant haze
hitherto unnoticed and henceforth witnessed
the struggle of the enlightenment

Everyday is an uphill *****
—a vertical some days
—always picking up the slack;
picking up the pace.
Desperate, delusional,
acts of disgrace,
but how do you ask for forgiveness
with a struggling face?

I wish it were easier
living, that is;
I force life to be easier;
surviving, it is.

How do you tell people
you're suffocating,
when the air on the *****
is dissipating?