I cry when I read poetry emanating love And hear raps voicing confidence It reminds me of the internal whispers imprisoned within me Once soft, poetic, confident Now screaming like a newborn child To be brought into the world To be free To give this girl I call me the confidence and love she is…

  i wanna be curled up under a blanket of stars with someone who i know doesn’t care about the trivial who doesn’t take life too seriously and can just appreciate the time we have on this beautiful planet to feel free of this body my soul invigorated close to another alike minds restless yet…

CONFIDENCE AND WORTH

if you say you do something and talk about something you support, why do people feel the need to knock you down to their level and take offense? like.. you’re happy you did something good, even though it may have been simple. some people, who are insecure, always need to make others feel like there is…

i love the lonely nights when i sit in spite of the clock its tedious tick has the characteristic of a gnawing itch it is a mind game i win i make the rules decide if i will be eluded i’ve grown stronger now my perception reaches beyond deception the quiet night quiet like myself…

you may see me fall and fall again, but do not revel in my fall i will rise again   each day,   i feel, i know, that i am reborn   phoenix – g.c.