the titLe Of thiS poem will be longer Than the Actual poem to fiLL for the lack of self-expression, meaningFUl thoughts, and concrete sentences triCKING myself to write them , so I HOPE you find some meaning behind it and that you can enjoy it

Inside the self, outside the mind Where great ideas start to douse Shadows and Fire, yet they find The last brick of this haunted house

Our Little Piece of Everything

The world is going to be okay Right now it really sucks The setting is changing People are angry Voices shouting and echoing A human reaction Us fighting against something Realizing something isn’t right And we want to make it right The world knows Our planet moves in unison She grows, she changes Next toContinue reading “Our Little Piece of Everything”

The Anxiety of Existing

I have been feeling the existential dread peaking through my curtains at night lately. It almost feels like a gigantic kraken passing by my tiny mouse window and looking inside to find only a pitiful scene. At any point it could smash my reality into oblivion or choose to ignore my singular insignificant existence. SoContinue reading “The Anxiety of Existing”