I am the watcher. I see and guide

But I cannot tell you how to feel inside

I can show you help or walk you off the ledge

I am your protector, but you and your soul need to mend

So often, humans pray for us to guide their way

However, we are looking down, only showing you the right things to say

Not every evil will be stopped, as it creates a new beginning for you

The only thing you need to determ...

I was raised to question my worth

My parents told me I was different from birth

The only girl in a house full of boys

I was shunned away but expected to play coy

What do I know of love?

I know my parents said I was a mistake

They hated me for not becoming them

This pain left a crime scene in its wake

I was alone and didn’t have any friends

Now I’m 31, getting married soon

But sometimes these m...

The rain stopped as I woke up. I look to the other side of the room thinking I might hear you rustling around trying to find your work stuff. I often wonder if you would still be doing it now? I feel the tears swell.

“Not today, brain. I have too much work to let my emotions pierce me like this.” It is all I can tell myself everyday now. This isn’t a pleasant experience. To know what you once had,...

The morning was dark as the night before. It’s becoming the norm around the city. It’s as if nature knows what is looming in the sky and it does not want to see it. All night, the same sounds repeat in order: the sound of wings nearby, a loud scream and then the last noise always differs. Could be the sound of a car crash, a thud on the floor or the screams of those around them. I never knew how l...

Some say we all have stories already written but we are unaware of it. How every decision leads toward two options: listen to the anger on my right or compassion on my left. Both change my friendships, home, head, and life. Each moment is a clear reminder that I have two sides and both have enough power to destroy what I have worked hard to build. Too much anger leads to heartache or assault of so...

Perhaps the most deadly sin lives amongst man now. It dwells beneath the surface of the shield that pretends to protect, but leads to death. When the other sins leads us here, it is the end. We pretend we know nothing of what is going on, who caused the uproar or disrupted nature. When truths finally come to be, we see we all have turned a blind eye to something. Pretending we don’t feel it or wit...

These days there’s always a new tale to weave with half truths that it becomes drenched in debate or conspiracy. This time it’s of these beasts who demand the world’s hierarchy to bow at their feet. They’re demands are no secret and their will is consistently imposed… or so we are told.

No one here knows if these fantasies even existed in the possibility of being true until now. It’s been dark aro...

Walking home from another bad ending

I tend to overthink things

These past few days have molded and blended

I can’t tell if this is my new song to sing

Do I belong in the world or do I cross over

The street now or down the block?

How do I handle the thing on my shoulder

Fuck, rain clouds pour out like the tears I’ve fought

Looking up, the streetlights show me how vast the sky is

How there alway...

As dusk drew neigh, we knew it was now or never.

“We can’t take anymore of the hatred and bigotry these people spew! We, as a collective must take care of one another and care for our kind as we are hunted!”

Nothing in their mind was as urgent as this moment. Packing up what used to be in hopes of having any sort of future. I know it is terrifying for me to leave behind what I held sacred. But ev...

Deep within the dwellings of my mothers mind, I often wonder what took her soul and made her eyes shallow.

“Mother, may I clean your face?” I say as I reach towards her. Suddenly, she jerks away from me as if I have a torch to her skin.

“We do not accept help from the forsaken!” Was the only sentence I made out as she screamed until nurses rushed in.

I left soon after.

A few days later, I see my ...