Inspirational, Poems

My own

My view is clouded

I can’t seem to distinguish

Between reality and a delusion

How I wish my reality was a delusion

My view is clouded

My heart weeps for the past

I am my own rock theses days

I am all I have left

In my weakness I remember

All the lessons of the past

In my clouded view I search for laughter

I search high and low for a glimpse of hope

My view might be hazy

My heart might be broken

But I am my own rock

For better or worse


My life

My past is gritty

It’s fog on a rainy day

Both beautiful and ugly

the exterior is flawed

The perception is a lie

I’m not this angel with wings

I’ve burned a long time ago

My past is gritty

The scars on my skin are very real

Sometimes I feel them at night

They drown me in nightmares time to time

Admitting my sins is worthless

There’s no twelve step program for it

For they will always find away back

Blood will always remind me of the past

My past is gritty

The perception will always be a lie


Full of hate

In a world full of hate

We can not cross the lines

We can not walk alone at night

In a world full of hate

We are always too polite

Our ears burn from time to time

We hold our tongue from speaking our mind

In one word they show their dislike

With two fist they show their intent

In a world full of hate

How do we determine who is genuine?

Who do we trust?

How can we trust a smile when, so many

hide and coward behind it?

Who is a friendly person and who is not?

In a world full of hate?

Who do we become?

Random thoughts

In the quietest moments

As my birthday approaches my count down becomes more silent. In the quietest moments I whisper five more days. It truly amazes me how far I have come in a short amount of time. While life has not been easy for me, from over coming cancer to falling in love for the first time and having it cause me turmoil; I try to remind my self to keep moving forward. If I am honest with myself and all of you I never thought I would make it to my twenty-six birthday. The thought had never crossed my mind; in truth I had not thought past the age of twenty-four. Now, that I am here I find myself wondering what would become of me. If I would want to marry one day or even birth children. I have always been the type to live in the moment because the future always seemed unreachable. As I said I have come along way in my personal and professional life and for that I am truly grateful. Even knowing that, I know that my tough road has not ended, but only truly started, so my birthday is bittersweet for me. Yet, as I keep going on with my days I tell my self one word forward.


Daily Prompt: Snippet of Film

In my last moments will you be my last thought?

In my last moments would you even have a second in my story?

My life is composed of short snippets of film.

Snippets of the grand moments in my life.

They are all filled with joy and freedom.

Even as they lay me to rest; I still feel alive.

These are the moments I will hold on to in my end.

Do you see me in the air because that is where I’ll be.



via Daily Prompt: Snippet