The Essence Of Who I Am

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  • Flood

    I never thought much about water until our house flooded one morning  There was a horror knowing you couldn’t do anything to stop it  I now divide my things into two categories  Things that can be ruined by water and things that can’t  Unfortunately, the latter was sparse  Even my…

  • River

    The irony is I married a boy named is River                                                                                 …

  • Trauma

    Trauma is a monster She is slimyShe likes to creep up on you so unxpectedShe is the killer in a horror movie She has no honor She is a good liar And bad company. She reads your life like a story All the bad parts are highlighted She likes to…

  • Closed

    I always wanted to travel but I never did Dreaming of Paris France since i was a little kid The world put a closed sigh on its window the moment I stepped in Its ok though because i have been wondering ever since A little lost A little broken But…

  • Anxious

    What makes you most anxious? Reality The thought of losing reality No reason at all Everything at once My heart is pounding and my body is shaking Panic is rising My fight or flight is ready to go but I cant move at all Anxiety controls me like a puppet…

  • My trauma likes to party

    My trauma doesn’t like to be lonely It invites its friends over to have a party One trigger invites a few more Until I can only hear my thoughts taunting Screaming music until i’m screaming for it to stop Then i’m drinking and drinking and drinking By the end i’m…

  • No choice

    I always thought being a mom would be a cute love A simple love Kisses on noses and hugs But instead you have an angry kind of love Tearing your claws into the world Raw strength lifting cars Giving up everything for them kind of love Including your own life…

  • Childhood

    Your Childhood ends the moment you realize your parents aren’t perfect and you have to be more mature then them Maybe that happens when you are 19 Maybe that happens when you are 7 M.A.P ©

  • Ugly Glory

    If I were an artist I think I would create forever The beautiful sunshine and rainbows in various scenarios The power to recreate the beautiful world effortlessly But i’m a poet I choke on the words as they come to me Edit and reedit until my fingers bleed Its not…

  • Oxygen

    My anger comes tumbling out like the wet clothes in an open door dryer I hate poetry but i’m not allowed to say that Because that’s likes saying I hate oxygen I wouldn’t be alive without it even though it really is killing me slowly I’m just mad and instead…