Never alone Lost in my mind with no one around. Just here hoping that I can be found. I need someone who really cares, That can snap me out of these lonely stares.

My stolen mind The thoughts that have me captive, Neverending noise I hear. Not just one but many, Have me living life in fear. No matter what direction I go, The path I'm on is rough. Leading me to problems, I've had about enough.

It all came crashing down on me. From every direction, no one agreed. It became heavy and crushing. But to my aid no one was rushing.

August 21, 2025 — 4:52 AMReclamation Statement — The Return Some dissapearances are sacred and needed. its the comeback that matters.

A detailed description of Depression Pain, as best as I can explain it based on my years of experience feeling it.

As kids growing up we had the talk about the kids our parents warned us about. Maybe we should give them a chance to explain themselves.

When you dig deep like struggle or keep with self as close as a teat is to a newborn’s tongue, there will be no air left to breathe.

I will never finish falling in love with you. It did not start in sparkles and fairy-light displays. It started in the warm recess of my kitchen sink drain that you told me I should clean more, or I’d have a mold problem. It started in drip-dropping rain puddles that have worn grooves into your patio. There was no song playing as I waltzed down a silver staircase into your gaze, but there were notes left in the margins of my mind after long car rides and soft music. There were coat colors of navy blue and orange that raced down my street, worn by small children with big faces. There was a hummingbird we named Carl and a cat, Rosie, whom you hated. There were big, fuzzy purple socks—the kind you get from your granny—which I received with chocolates and flowers from a “Secret Admirer.”

This poem was written about miscarriage. I decided to explain what it felt like in my eyes, but the best thing about this poem is not only could it be about miscarriages, but it could be about the loss of anyone important in your life. A poem about the ones that got away too soon. -E.S

Poem by me about a dream that should have lasted forever, but it was too scary to continue as it held a truth one could not bear to hear. -E.S

Poems by me!! This poem is inspired by the night and how much it influenced love. Hope you enjoy! - Elizabeth Singh

A haunting tale of love and deception, where beauty hides a deadly secret and passion leads to a tragic fate.

“Cry baby,” she said. Too much. Too loud. Too needy. I became the proof she needed that she was doing everything right— as long as I stayed quiet. I watched my sister have a childhood while I scrubbed mine clean from the floors. Labeled. Blamed. Forgotten. I was never safe, just useful. Just guilty.

I could never win this game. I just wanted to be a child. But everything I did was wrong. My imagination— too weird. My dreams— unwelcome.

Love God , Love You, Love Family , through and through. Always be you and never try to fit in. God will always reveal and remove so never give in.

"nature's needs" gives a creative analogy between the need for a person's love and attention to the necessities of a flower.

"Heart and Mind" delves into the conflicting thoughts of both the heart and mind and how it can often be harrowing when it comes to decide on which to listen to.

Explore the dark carnival, revel in the darkness it doesnt care to hide. Learn to embrace the uncaring nature of the world of Hells Paradise.

What’s done in the dark , will always come to light . These feelings was , reeling from sun up to the night. I tried to fight and give it my all. Maybe it’s just in movies the love& basketball .

Senior Year , a lot of aspirations and a lot of fears . Up to this point done wiped my tears of heartbreak & heartache . This chapter felt too real , made my soul shake . Throughout it all always stand ten toes when the world around us earthquakes.