Poetic words animated 〰️
Between us- The familiarity of the past
I wrote this poem for a person. A friend of a loved one that passed away. This is the poem to you I wrote. I hope all goes well with your walk.
Revenge- The Echo of a Grudge
Revenge- A dish best served cold, or atleast that’s what the world says. The sweet satisfaction of seeing a persons life fall apart, the pain and misery riqoshaying back to them especially, if done by our hands. The hearts flutter and the smirk. But, do we think about the moral implications of doing that? Do we think about the prison our soul is trapped in seeing how we react? Will this end in more pain in the long term when you see the light? Game is game no matter the fight. However, you get to choose between right and wrong at the end of the day. Which voice do you listen to?
A Conversation with the Shadow
Who does one talk with at night? The us that isn’t us. The thoughts that we don’t want as our own, the good and bad, the negative and positive.
Breathing after the Breaking Point
I made this poem to talk about suicide.
Some people are at their breaking point. I do intend on making a short film of this Only because it speaks to me. There are brighter days ahead. Hopefully if you’re struggling you can find an escape other than taking your life OR you may know someone in need of words.
Don’t cut your story short. There’s a reason you haven’t died yet involuntarily. Breaking your hourglass now will be a waste.
Intangible Gifts
Some gifts aren’t wrapped in ribbons or bought in stores.
They come in silence, in stillness, in soul.
This poem is a reminder of the treasures we carry within—
grace, peace, love, and light.
The Rainbow on the Other Side 🌈
After your wounds heal, you will tell your testimony. There is no testimony if you don’t have scars from the battlefield.
The Echoes after Laughter Fades
After the laughter fades, silence lingers—echoes of joy, pain, and the quiet space where healing begins.
Equally Lost
Equally lost in this game called life. Discussing the issues within ourselves is the first step of awareness.
A letter to the Heavenly Father
This poem is a heartfelt letter to the Heavenly Father—a prayer, a cry, and a moment of reflection. Through words, I reconnect with my faith and express my soul's truth. I invite you to read, reflect, and feel.
Revenge- A dish best served cold, or atleast that’s what the world says. The sweet satisfaction of seeing a persons life fall apart, the pain and misery riqoshaying back to them especially, if done by our hands. The hearts flutter and the smirk. But, do we think about the moral implications of doing that? Do we think about the prison our soul is trapped in seeing how we react? Will this end in more pain in the long term when you see the light? Game is game no matter the fight. However, you get to choose between right and wrong at the end of the day. Which voice do you listen to?