Saturn has always been the light b… Venus is the flame The Sun is where you wake up The Moon to know your name Mercury will tell you

What if I can’t break free What if I never truly see What if there’s still more buried In the deepest parts of me.. Will you still be waiting?

Public enemy number one. Everywhere I go someone tries to… Sit here, do this, don’t do that,… Critque how I live, my choices an… But sit and line up to watch me ev…

To become a successful writer, the… Take all the classes, learn what y… Read prestigious articles. Study… But I hoped to become a writer, i… I love a great writer as much as t…

I see them in the shadows day after day. Waiting for me to close my eyes so they can take me away. They keep me safe through the nigh…

I have within me a deep feeling of a pre-trained mi… To which the ravenous drive to see it through is unmeasurable. The fire within has a flame

If I tried to push my life story… I’d say it belonged in a ditch. For my character in every story is that of the Heinous Bitch. Changing the rhyme

New vision with new framed eyes. Washed clean by all the tears I’v… Like a kid in a candy store Looking left, right, far, high and… Letting out the me– that’s been bu…

Rooted in beauty hard to see Where a soul can be pure life is free Love is unconditional

I want peace, ease, gentle with a… But everything in this life is sen… When will I have a moment to brea… When I set my mind free? Judgement and side eyes seem to di…

Who do you talk to when there’s no… Crying for help but they all stop… Trained minds becoming more painfu… There’s more to this life than the… Wake up now, why can’t they see?

Somber sentences tell me I’m wron… Yet the beat of my heart sings a different song. Working for the man Or say the son of Sam.

Some seem to have a physical mento… While mine is a bit more abstract. As sense comes to mind, Seeing the signs I realize it’s not clarity that I…

The way my mind rhymes You’d think I was a rapper. However in another time I was known as the clap-backer. Quick with my wit

Sick of the box you’ve been locked… Feeling like a puppet A stiff pre-positioned manequin. The world moves around as you look on with your stuck eye…