most of my critics
are only critical of me
because i continue
to move beyond
the limitations
they’ve set on my craft
and most of the hate
i’ve received from other writers
is derived from
their inability to achieve
what i’ve achieved
i am totally accepting
of their defeat
i am completely content
with winning
above the rest.
when you insult my words
you insult my readers
but insulting my art, me
and my supporters
does nothing but keep you
stranded beneath us
royal.
Samantha King
queen of my future
a ruler on her own
a warrior
through and through
a painful thought.
it’s the memories
the painful ones
what we remember
poisons the heart
higher up.
you belong to the night
next to the brightest stars
in sync with the moon
above the earth
your own reflection.
i was a mirror
in our relationship
and maybe you left
because you didn’t like
what you saw
a beautiful mess.
i traveled to the messiest
parts of her mind
and found beauty there
forever summer.
you make winters feel hot
i’m in desperate need
of your warmth
sad melodies.
you helped me relate
to the saddest of songs
my heart ran blue
because of you
introverted war.
it’s like i want to be alone
but i want to be touched
in daydreams.
she lives inside of her head
to escape the reality
surrounding her
never felt like home.
home is where the heart
can feel secure and safe
i was homeless
when loving you
for love, for you.
but i’d drain the entire ocean
to keep you from drowning
an empty love.
you said enough
to make me believe
but never enough
to keep me from leaving
foolish denial.
i let you break me
then waited for you
to fix me
6:05 a.m.
it happens
you know
sometimes
broken people
break others
you were allowed.
what truly hurts
is that i was happier
before you arrived
and letting you in
was like inviting chaos
into my life
allowing you
to invade my peace
all for love, irony.
isn’t it ironic
how the need for love
draws us closer to hate
the love you desire.
the best kind of love
is the one that never ends
it’s there whenever you need it
it holds on without letting go
lights.
you need only to be with someone
who brings out the light in you
be.
be who you are
stand tall in what you believe
accept yourself
don’t wait for the world
to love you
love is many things.
another person’s sexual orientation
has nothing to do with you
and your criticism of who
they choose to love
is unimportant and irrelevant
love, your way.
do not hide your love
behind the hatred of others
do not allow others
to dictate who
or how you love
deep heaven.
kiss the hell out of the one
who helps you find heaven
on earth
be loud.
if women
were silent
the world
would lose
its voice
if women
held back
the world
would lose
its strength
6:31:05 a.m.
the supporting of women
the encouraging of women
the motivation of women
doesn’t in any way
equate to hating men
6:34:30 a.m.
just because
you are kind to her
doesn’t mean
she owes you sex
6:37:10 a.m.
do not trade in your strength
to make him feel stronger
do not exchange your voice
for his comfort
everything is everything.
i will always be too much
of everything
for someone who is incapable
of being everything to me
yours truly.
your beauty is yours
your body is yours
you are yours
you don’t exist for them
a danger.
sadly
the biggest danger to us all
are the people we trust
they have the keys
to violate us in the worst of ways
you’re not worthy.
disliking you as much
as you hate me
would require
an emotional commitment
that you don’t deserve
moving on, self-love.
it ended
because i realized
that you didn’t love me
like i love me
none.
no tolerance for
racism
sexism
and homophobia
zero tolerance
for anyone
who thrives upon hatred
8:29:10 a.m.
without a doubt
i can
and i will
free myself
below busy feet.
the busy have no time
to respond to the criticism
from those hating below them
Aries.
the goal is to avoid boredom
and never grow content with being lazy
or doing nothing
the mundane.
i seem to attract hatred
and criticism
from people who are content
with achieving less than me
i find that these individuals
travel in packs, fueled by hatred
or their inability to accomplish
the things that the people they hate on
have done
they’re always so mundane
and boring with their lackluster
and unoriginal insults
screaming loud but their voices
muffled under thei
r ignorance
stretching out their bitter, short arms
toward people like me
yet i remain out of reach
almost untouchable
and they’ll always be laughable
to say the least
more reading, more peace.
i’ve gone mad
and the library
is my asylum
my peace of mind
my heaven on earth
from voices, we evolve.
speak, woman
tell me everything
tell the world
do not be silent
yell if you need to
i want to listen
i want to learn from you
i want to evolve
based upon your wisdom
you inspire a difference
come, speak
change the world
everyone and their opinions.
do not allow the path
of your life
to be altered by people
who have no path
to follow
painful conclusion.
no one is hurting more
than the people
who are silent about the pain
that lives within their souls
why i write.
i write poetry
because it’s much easier
to write it down
than to say it out loud
without breaking down
lying in the mirror.
you can lie to others
sometimes successfully
but you can’t tell a lie
to yourself successfully
because no matter what you do
every night before you fall asleep
the truth will look you in the eye
and burn a hole within your mind
inspired self.
be inspired
by the pain you feel
and your heart’s ability
to keep fighting
you are powerful
mighty beyond measure
she, godly.
she could calm the ocean
with a glance
she could quiet a storm
with a whisper
all-powerful
all-beautiful and all-knowing
she’s a woman
and that made her
some sort of god
broken, a healing process.
being broken is the beginning
it’s the process of rediscovering
what it means to feel whole once more
some of you may believe
that getting hurt is the end
but the pain that you experience
gives way to a path that may lead
to something more beautiful
or stronger than what you’ve had
it’s okay to feel hurt
there’s nothing wrong
with feeling broken
the pain is never easy
but never be ashamed
to feel whatever it is you feel
do not think less of yourself
because of someone’s inability
to do more or give you more
of what you deserve
our ending, new beginnings.
i’ll be the one
you couldn’t keep
i’ll be the memory
that hurts the most
i’ll be the greatest loss
in your life
i’ll be the one
you’ll never be able
to come back to
all because i love me more
than you ever could
someone, searching for you.
you don’t know it yet
but there is love lurking
around the corner
there is something truly beautiful
waiting for you in the distance
you don’t know it yet
but there is someone
searching for someone
with a love like yours
there is someone
searching for someone
who can love them
the way you do
it gets better, hold on.
three years ago
i wrote myself a note
i wrote a letter to others
as well
detailing the pain
and suffering that lived
within my soul
three years ago
i wrote down from my heart
my mind, my wretched soul
detailing what was next
a desire to take my last breaths
three years ago
i wanted to die
three years later
i feel so fucking alive
:38 after.
away i go
conflicted
broken like glass
for a love
that wasn’t real
no space.
you see
this is what i get
trying to force my love
in places
where it was never meant
to fit
OCD I.
i understand
no judgment here
we all need to be
in control of something
you don’t have to be ashamed
you don’t need to hide this from me
OCD II.
your ability
to be orderly
is not some disease
your desire
to maintain control
is not some disease
your rituals
are simply several attempts
to get it right
your desire
to achieve order
is not a disorder
a beautiful composition.
i wanted to tell you
that the OCD is not a curse
it’s just a gift that the world
doesn’t understand
i wanted to tell you
that the anxiety you feel
is just proof of your ability
to feel deeper levels of emotion
that others may not be able
to comprehend
i wanted to tell you
that the depression you experience
causes you to view the world
from a perspective that goes
beyond the surface
a surface that so many minds
can’t handle
and that in itself makes you rare
and mighty, you’re strong
the world says you’re broken
but that just means you’re beautiful to me
untitled II.
you are beautiful
you are powerful
you are rare
you are grand
you are majestic
your broken
is a gift
the pain
will make you
stronger
keep fighting
continue to survive
i’ll fight beside you
April 1st.
she doesn’t have to look good
for you
wear makeup for you
be thin for you
cook and clean for you
she is not for you
she doesn’t belong to you
a true form of love.
real love isn’t something
you force
real love is not something
you compete for
real love will never have you
compromise your peace and joy
April 2nd I.
demand the love you deserve
and be willing to walk away
from anyone who refuses
to reciprocate the love
you provide
April 2nd II.
no woman should feel like
she has to try harder for someone
who isn’t trying for her
April 2nd III.
it’s not your fault
you were never the problem
you can’t be everything
to someone
who deserves nothing
from you
i now know.
you could never be
what i needed