Kill 'em With Kindness

If someone gave you the world and said it was in your hands now what would you do?
In a world where evil prevails and kindness can send you back to start, taking control of your life can be difficult.
With multiple goals in mind and many blockades in play, how does one win the game?

I feel like I keep writing the same thing over and over again in a different iteration each time.
It’s time to change my story, but how?
To be able to change the world, you need to set yourself up on a path that enables you to have the space to give to others while still being able to help yourself,
But sometimes you need more than 1 set of hands to make your world go round.

We are meant to be social beings; it’s ok to need help!
Kindness makes more pleasure than pain; keep being kind and your support window will grow!
The more support, the bigger and more powerful your life feels.
You can feel like you’re losing when alone until someone throws you a bone!
When you are kind, you are not alone!
So why not use kindness as a weapon instead of hate?

Waterfall

My therapist keeps telling me to trust my fam, but I feel like certain recurring events make me want to keep backing away. How much farther away can I go? I want to send my love to them, but a voice in my head keeps telling me something isn't right.

I want to love my loved ones, but do I even love myself? I do enough to be able to present videos in public... behind the shadows... hiding my heart only for me to see... unless you look deeply within. And even then, my heart is covered with tar. Do you want to help me clean it off or will I just continue to wither away...

The waterfall continues... 

Haikus of Being Free Soon

This rabbit hole is deep
I am stuck and can’t escape
The dark depths of hell!

Being bored has meaning
You’re at the wrong place this time;
You will be free soon!

I don’t want revenge
I only bring upon peace
Until you fuck up!

Stuck

Stuck

I’m stuck in mud and can’t get out.
This mud is so deep;
It’s really only making my feet dirty.
How to get out? How to get out?
I go to reach for the escape rope;
It seems so far away.
All I have to do is extend further;
But sometimes, a little birdie needs to tell me so first…

Word Tricks

Word Tricks: Taking words and adding flare to the definitions!

Sleepy: The desire to doze off after a long day/adventure

Work: Being bored in a place that feels like jail disguised as a place of obtaining income

Bored: Feeling like you’re lifeing without meaning

Stuck: Unable to move or progress without imminent freedom

Love: Being enamored by someone where the feelings are reciprocated on both sides

Healing Sun

What can make the sun come out today?
Is it up to God?
Is it up to me?
Is it up to some undefined higher power known as the weather, which may or may not be controlled by something up there?

It is raining in my eyes right now.
I see Niagara Falls from a mile away, but have never been.
Going to a new destination would fill me, but I cry so much and my bucket is still empty…

Is there a place where the sun is always out?
Is there a place where a special healing plant is always in season?
Do I have to find the sun or make something happen on my own or can lady fate help me?
Someone please embrace me!

Maybe I have to plant the seeds to make the magic plant appear to help the sun come out and make it warm again?
I’ll figure it out and make my own goddamn sun!

Prey Meets Rock

I feel like prey,
The clay that gets destroyed when the fire is so strong it's ineffective.
When the blood of the covenant is not thicker than the water of the womb I wonder why and want to cry... And then run away...
To the abyss where it feels like I keep taking shots and I miss...
The shots hit the rim and bounce right out every time...

I need to be a rock...
Immovable and hard to destroy...
Because I won't be your toy
As you are a leech and shall let your grasp finally elude me...

Goodbye to you.
You are not my family.
You have sucked every ounce of blood out of me, but I am still conscious.
I will be my own rock
And squash whoever tries to break me!
I have learned from my mistakes while the stakes were high,
And now I will make the successful shot I need...
Right in the net!

Lonely Habits

It is fuck o'clock in the morning and a manic mood has struck...
I need someone to talk to.

I scroll through long lists of names on my messenger apps and contacts leading to an empty abyss.
I want to text everyone but don't want to put them to the test of whether or not they can handle imperfection...

So I bottle it up into my magic lamp already past the tipping point and the genie is probably yay close to busting out of the lamp to yell at me to come back down to earth...

I turn on my crying music tune out the sound of my nose waterfalling onto my face...

I send several text walls as a cry to the sky for solace...

Feeling like I'm on a cloud I float back down to the prickly grass while trying to avoid the ultimate collapse...

The genie pops out of the lamp and yells at me anyway to snap out of it and turn the other way to those who have their back to you...

Snap out of it! Snap out of it! You don't need to hide anymore!

Someone responds and offers a hand. Real people exist.

I am not alone!

False Promises

Don't give me false promises.
The ones where you say you will pay me back and you don't.
The ones where you say you will help me and you refuse when the time comes...
The ones where you say you will be there for me and you run away when the time comes...

You tell me how real you're trying to be and it turns out you're fake.
You are exactly who I don't want to be in my life.
You are the one who wants everyone to like you by forcing inspiration instead of being genuine.
The one who needs support from someone else in order to be alive,
And the one who will only take someone else's hand and both shove me aside...

I don't need to depend on anyone for my self worth.
I can stand strong on my own.

Be free from those false promises.
Do my own thing and believe in my own power.
I am strong enough!

Life as We Know It Haiku Poem Collection

The struggle is real

Trying times exist all while

Waiting is worth it!


The skies aren't grey
Don't let bullshit bring you down
Believe you'll survive!


Wind whispers softly.
As life briskly passes by,
Always try your best!


Must not ever give up
As much as I wanna badly
Quitting ain't success!

The first snowfall down.

White speckles from the sky fall;

Here comes the chaos!


On the last day of
An experience of life
Craziness happens!


The deed has been done.
It may have been difficult;
Don't regret a choice!


I allow myself
To feel what needs to be felt;
It's quite uneasy!


Following your dreams
Is an adventure of life
Meets proper moment!

Life is difficult 

Gotta tough it out if you

Wanna win the game!

If you get lemons 

Imagine them being limes 

It's more positive!

Being is a choice 

You don't have to be present

But you'll miss the stars!

Go soft on yourself

You cannot beat yourself up 

To advance in life 

Poem on the Meaning of Orbiting - Orbiting is Life

Struggle Bus

The struggle is real.
I usually emphasize the desire to thrive,
But now I yearn for the drive to survive.

Fight or flight mode hath been engaged,
As I try not to become enraged.
The only thing keeping me alive is getting high,
But now I understand what being poor feels like; I empathize.

I'm rich in ideas, connections, and will, but lack the currency;
I must get it with utmost urgency...

So this is what being an animal feels like.
The only person you can count on is yourself.
I may be surrounded by a pack,
But no one else has got my back;
The only way to win the battle is to win alone.
It is time to adventure some more into the great unknown!
All while living on a prayer!

Sail at the Shooting Star

Meanwhile in short poem land... Sail at the Shooting Star! I wrote this to represent my desires to feel like I'm making it in this world!

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Whenever I see people who’ve climbed to the top already,
I wonder why I haven’t reached the peak yet…

I’m sure there are plenty of people who go through the routine of waking up, doing whatever in the bathroom, eating breakfast, going to work, coming home, eating dinner, watching TV, and going to bed.
But I want more, even if it means losing my sanity a little.

When my eyes see the light each morning, I feel like I end up writing the same thing in my journal,
As I travel merrily on my way to nowhere.
Is there really a yellow brick road this movie speaks of, to lead me to the land of destiny?
The place where I pave my own path,
Acknowledge my accidents,
And move forward frequently?

Being forced to fly on the isle of my creators,
I had to navigate the stormy skies alone,
Thinking there’s no finish line,
While still sailing away.

Resilience guides me through each sorry letter thrown in the shredder,
And each match lost with no damper in my spirits.
I will never accept a knockout,
Even if every ounce of me is broken.

The warrior’s spirit tells me not to be like Violet,
Otherwise I’ll turn into a giant exploding blueberry sentenced back to start.
My guru tells me if I wait for the shooting star, I'll be able to snap the right photo!

The goal is near,
Just keep plugging away
Because when resilience wins,
You win!

Today, 10-16-15, in Micropoetry... "Fighter's Fire"

This is about what goes through my head every day. Enjoy the mini poem!

Today, 10-9-15, in Micropoetry... "Shining Light" (3 Haiku Poems)

Screw all this shooting and negative crap the media portrays. Instead, here's 3 haiku poems of light:

Be thankful for life
It can be taken away
Faster than you think

Don’t ever give up
Resilience always helps you
See the light of day

Follow all your dreams
You will certainly find them
If you keep fighting

Invisible Moon

Just a short poem by yours truly. Enjoy the literaryness :)

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When the tainted sky tries to ignite the fire
And the storm clouds sail strongly,
The one with angel wings tears the grey to shreds,
Encouraging the sun to blossom
And the stars to never need to cry again.
The invisible moon is no longer
As the light smiles and paints the sky gold!

Dreams are for Humans not Horses

Walking down the illuminated city streets
With a tasty teriyaki beef stick in one hand and phone in the other,
A lovely lady in a bubble shield shall blockade the grind’s tirade…

Work hard, play harder, knock ‘em dead, survive to thrive…

The following words are ones to live by in order to pry the barrier between being a somebody vs being an everybody in the crowded farm…

Do you want to rise to the top?
Do you want to know what it’s like to be the one sitting on the throne shared with Donald Trump, or Marissa Mayer, or anyone who’s plowed and teethed their way through every battle to be able to wear the crown?

Success isn’t for everyone… it’s for those with the desire to aim beyond the stars,
The drive to rocket to the moon and back with the willingness to fall in the mud,
And even soar past Pluto,
While saying hi to the Disney Dog as he rubs his comedic attitude onto you…

Work ethic means to mold to being a human, resilience and reason,
Not being a work horse on autopilot…

We all possess the desires to live the story book life,
But if you want your story to be more than a fantasy,
You have to eat, drink, breathe, sleep, live for the dreams
In order for them to come alive!

It’s one thing to “say” you want it
It’s another to “act” upon your goals
If you dream it, do it!
That’s all there is to it!

Relax

My poem on the importance to relax and stay calm. Enjoy!

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Relax
Why be so stressed out all the time when fresh air is everywhere

Breathe
That’s what the unlimited amounts of oxygen are for.
It’s time to level yourself out!

Meditate
Go zen yourself into bliss mode
And escape from life for a bit!

Calm the fuck down
Stress is a lot more harmful than it looks…
Can cause physical harm
Enough to annihilate an entire farm…

Relief!
Go and get some!
You need it!
Sleep soundly and float along to victory!

Give Back

A short poem on the meaning and value of volunteerism. Enjoy!

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Give back
Your upscale lifestyle should be seen as a gift and not innate

Volunteer
There’s plenty of people who can use a hand
So let’s take a stand!

Help out
Instead of being selfish, let’s recycle our resources… and money
Because being wealthy with money doesn’t mean you’re wealthy
Give up some money, honey
And be that sweet taste for those left in the cold to pleasure
As kindness is a treasure!

Make a difference
The cliché phrase meaning to share some love
Which is as beautiful as doves
To be released in the night sky
For the extension of a hand should never be questioned with a why!

Warrior's Spirit

The warrior’s spirit plows through the shadows
Lighting up the room with pride,
Steadily learning to fly,
Fighting through every last breath,
To never stay down after falling.

Slashing through adversity with every tip-toed stride
The warrior must embark on a journey through jagged roads
In order to seek the ultimate powers from the shrine:
Strength, bravery, resilience, and love!