I mostly will share my poetry here, but if asked, I'd be glad to include some of my prose.
Don't Tell Mommy About the Monster - Freestyle
Spoiler!
There's darkness inside
It hurts, so I hide.
I'm still small and meek,
So it seems pretty bleak.
But I'm not alone,
I have a happy home-
So why do these fears
Flood me with tears?
I can't show mommy
I don't want her to worry
But there's a monster,
And it's deep in my head.
I'll keep on fighting
I won't stop trying...
But if it hurts too much,
Mommy will cry and such!
Please don't tell her
About the thunder in my chest
Let ignorance bless her
While I lay down to rest...
Fear - Haiku
Spoiler!
To fear is not bad
But let it not fill your soul
Or you’ll never live.
Quiet Room - Freestyle
Spoiler!
Quiet room, silent room
Calm and yet disturbed
Sitting still, wishing well
Yet still I feel perturbed.
Quiet room, a place to rest
Yet rest I cannot do.
I sit and stir in silence
As thoughts begin to stew.
Quiet room, a punishment
Given as if a cure.
The quiet was never so scary
Until the silence was pure.
Love - Acrostic
Spoiler!
Lean in close
Observe my eyes
Value the moment our
Energies collide.
My Best Friend is The Darkness - Freestyle
Spoiler!
My best friend is the darkness.
It's shared my pain and tears.
On good days, it envelopes me to share the joy
And on the bad, acts as a shield from the world.
Woe is having a body.
It shouldn't feel like this at all.
Like my brain was replaced
With a dense, ten-ton brick.
There's no reason it should be so difficult.
Just to walk from one step to the next,
Without the feeling I'm a mere ping pong
bouncing down the hall with zest.
This pain is the greatest torture.
Even if you deserve to die, you don't deserve this dismay-
To live with pain that makes you want to die,
But yet you live another day.
My stomach is in knots.
I can't eat anything without feeling worse.
Yet there's no acid in my stomach to cause it-
Just a part of this burden, this curse.
And so I hide in darkness.
The light can't reach me here.
It can't show my eyes its splendor,
And make a burden of breathing air.
The darkness is my drug.
It calls me towards it every time.
Just one drop relieves me a bit
From the pain in which I writhe.
And so my best friend is darkness.
No human can take away the pain.
While they're great in some situations...
They're the worst thing for a migraine.
Trouble is a Friend - Golden Shovel of song with the same title.
Spoiler!
Even in times of trouble
The most wonderful thing is
The feeling of having a
Friend
To rely on in times of
My emotions feeling like an active mine.
