Nothing is what it appears,A fact consecratedIn my mind. I desire to believeIn fairytales andHidden worlds. Be it not for the lessonFollowing each mortal man,In the crushing black of life: Not every heartacheIs meant to be fixedWith a wave of magic wands. Or tucked away into closetsHiding from ghostsAnd monsters buried within. “Life is not ...

Trust blessed mewith unbearable lonelinessas you loved awaymy self-esteemreplacing it with fear and doubt Your love gifted mewith shattered confidenceplacing no valueon my presenceshowing no appreciationfor my time I cannot love you anymorefor my beautiful hearthas been shatteredYet-this broken heartStill beats Photo by Hernan Pauccara from Pexels

Penned by: sylstein & Calpernia Charles We met in the summerour love like no otheryou were like no oneI had ever meteverything felt familiarbut not everything was right Ugliness hidbehind your smilesempty looks blazinghurt in your eyesbroken promisesnow the reasonfor lost lovethis summer season I had becomeblind for your loveand overtime itbecame cleareryou weren’t the ...

To the man I love,   I remember staring off into the cotton candy sunset and thinking to myself “this world is ours.” Moving through a cosmological horizon without a clue of what lie in the distance. My hand had been on the stick shift. Your hand on mine. My smile, contagious Then one morning ...

Am I pretty enough yet? To make you love me, To crave me, To want me as badly as I wanted you. I fixed everything, inside and out. I scrubbed at the deepest parts of my soul until they came out shiny, pleasant and new. Those ugly things, I buried deep down for you.   ...

how can you pretend to care so much when all are lies that flow eloquently from your tongue tell me this now is this trip important what will you find there the answers you seek or the death that you deserve can’t you see that your holy city nothing more than rubble your leader is ...

I stared at my reflection in the crystal double doors that would lead me to a new life. My face was as pale as the freshly fallen snow outside, almost as if the bouquet of red roses I was clutching in my hand was draining my life force to maintain their vibrant color. My brown ...