The intensity rises and overfills

I cannot imagine my life distilled

Often, memories repeat

the nightmare being milled in my mind.

How the river can flow,

but not stop

nor end the pollution

Yes moving forward is key,

but what happens when I cannot fight

these demons inside of me?



Entrapped feelings
leave me sneezing

Little pride in the design
Of this puzzle called my life

I’m trapped behind
A terrible past
Bore from my ancestors
My heart is tender to the core

I’m full of fear
From the damned life of darkness

Innocence stolen
In this story of life
I’m just another tragedy
Full of agony
accustomed to the motions

Entrapped feelings
Leave me dreaming


He told her “you’re the kind of girl you read about in books.”

But how could that be?

When she thought that that she did not have the looks

To be thought of as She

She thought herself more like a wildflower blown by the wind

With chaos in the universe

Living in a world with a wealth of sorrow

How could she have such a force?

Then she realized she was a girl far from shallow

Her depths deeper than the ocean floor

Maybe she was like the girl he read in books,

She was she, and she was sure

That she had the power to change the war…

He did not matter

He wasn’t as lovely as the words he spoke

In a world that seemed to be getting sadder

She had to fight, bring upon a light

Help all, climb higher and higher up the ladder

She was she, and that was all she could be.