Toxic

Refrain from
propagating
your toxic
positivity.

(Toxic optimism is real, and that shit ain’t good.)

Those Who

I never trust ones who
make me feel welcome;
I safe keep those who
gain place in my home.

Be kind, be sweet;
Be anything you’d bleed.

Freedom is
freeing yourself
from your own self.

The survival of a heart
That needs to stay poetic.

Look me in the eye
Tell me what you see;
For I have the world
Ready to break free.

I’m tired of life lessons;
I have the urge to live.

When the stars scatter
Above my sleepless eyes,
Poetry still saves me;
It still soothes my weary mind.

I type it out to die
And reawaken
To new apprehensions.

start off as a ripe lemon
to be slow-molded into energy –
dead loss becoming control.