Be careful out there I’m scared, I’m scared you’re gonna walk out that door and never come back Leave my sky forever moon filled and eternally black I’m petrified you might find out how ugly this world really is So please dress normally and not too provocative Because some on the opposite side, don’t see…
Let it go I heard you when the victims fell Each leaf dancing on its own breeze Every inch of its ascension was hell Emotions structured to spell please My chest heavy with anxiety My ambitions finally drowsy My mind clouded with rage My thoughts embedded with regret Wrote it all down on a black…
Hostile Takeover I lost my previous self, somewhere in between motivation and fun I can hear my old self screaming that he isn’t yet done But motivation got together with dedication and did a hostile takeover Leaving nothing standing as they try to rebuild the future Reanalysing every decision, restitching every suture Trying to build…
Army of dreamers I am part of an army of dreamers Our believes are the swords we swing And our ability to question everything you ever told us is our shield We bang them together as we chant our war cry We want you to fear us, because we are here to tear it down…
Cant explain it Have you ever felt something where you had to say I Cant explain it. Where everything just feels a way that it shouldnt. Where you search for words t o describe what you are going through, but end up at a “Cant explain it”. That is what this piece is about. “Cant explain it”…
Two words for you Sometimes you want to thank someone for being who they are. But sometimes its hard telling someone I have “Two words for you”. Sometimes its hard to give your friend a compliment without it being about something more than just a compliment. But the beauty of being a writer is that…
Im a true traveller A gold sun setting its rays on a diamond sea The silence of serenity gripped in the palm of beauty BORING But only to a mind that craves more Only to a heart that wants to hear another beat I have packed my backpack with empty pages Shoes stitched from stories…
I want to be famous Most of you want to be a celebrity Have your name go down in infamy Have everyone cheer you name Bask in the light called fame Cause who wants to stay unknown Anonymity equals being alone Well at least for most Being unseen equals being a ghost Have the world…
They say that there is something about me There must be something about me Something that resounds in infinity A diamond line at the edge of my insanity A pool of love at the extreme end of an endless pit of darkness I assume they see something I refuse to witness They hear a whisper…
No rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked is me showing you that fighting these stereotypes can be really tiresome. Because without doing a darn thing, you have to prove yourself. And I already did something similar, but nowadays I tend to watch for subtle hints of people. And how they react to…