Self-esteem

Poem -

A New Breed

A New Breed


It is wise to know
when losing is winning
When we are
doomed but happy
...

Poem -

Nightmare

Nightmare

Claws slicing into my skull,
Spiked palm crushing down,
Bones cracking, shards flying,...

Poem -

winner takes nothing

there is no competition in poetry...
there is none...
there can be no winner..no loser...

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Poem -

Undress the moon.

Undress the moon.

" I am mentally undressing your covered self-esteem ", he said out of the blue.

My stomach on a a...

Poem -

why i wear clothes

She wore clothes to distract people
from her words;
she wore clothes full of colour
...

Poem -

Estrenar

Estrenar

Estrenar is the act of using something for the first time.
Do you mind if I use you ?
You...

Poem -

Survivor

Survivor

Grabbing the toothbrush
in the back on her throat,
She makes the wrong move
By hurting...

Poem -

Mind of Anxiety

Mind of Anxiety

Overwhelming sensations
Watery hands , heart racing .
Judgment sets in .
You think the...

Poem -

Filter Face...

Filter Face...

Hello social media's newest craze
Let me show you a different face
In fact I airbrush my...

Poem -

A Winners Mindset

A Winners Mindset

trapped in this matrix like maze, im gonna break free wanna these days, i see the lights raise, through the...

Art -

dR. Sauss

dR. Sauss
Poem -

I Am Who?

I Am Who?

Who am i ?

Am i a product of my environment?
If so how do i escape all i ever known....

Poem -

Finding beauty in curves

Finding beauty in curves

Her feet ache
Her joints are sore
Her shirts lay stretched out
In a crumpled pile on...

Poem -

Company

My tears have stained,
My cheeks are dry
I feel so drained,
Like I have died

I...

Poem -

A Little Bit About Me!

A Little Bit About Me!

the first time i picked up a pen was when i were a kid
always knew i could put words together an...

Poem -

Imperfections are hidden...

Why have we got to put ourselves down?
You know there's plenty of people that would run us down to...

Poem -

At the most

At the most

If I die, I shant make lists
of those I"m sure would not remiss.
Or, tears unfallen, a...