There once was a soul full of strife,
Who constantly sought advice in their life;
But when self-view was mended,
Good habits descended—
Prompting better ways to survive.

Edited by: ElRoyPoet, 2026

In order for your brain to accept its reality, must it also imagine a fantasy? Every morning when you wake up, you make a choice: you can either say, “This is the day the Lord has made,” or curse god for still allowing you to breathe. You see, I don’t go through life waiting for a cure or hoping to hit the jackpot so I can be on ‘Easy Street’. I no longer listen to the liars ...

“Why is it that if you’re Islamophobic, you can’t be anti-Semitic, and if you’re anti-Semitic, you can’t be Islamophobic? Why must you tolerate one and not the other? Why must you choose sides?

I shouldn’t have to condone extremism; I can be a moderate. Doesn’t a mediator need to hear both sides of the story in order to find a compromise? Otherwise, how will we ever...

As I’m going down the road,
I’m looking up ahead;
I can’t see the trees—
I only see the forest.

But I also see the vultures,
Staring down at me.
The first is “Fear”,
The second “Hate”,
The third “Pain and Misery.”

Three looking down on me.
They’re waiting—
For my tender heart to harden—
So they can poke my eyes out
And have...

I live inside the wreckage of who I thought I’d be—
a life I loved, gone; a map burned before me.
Struggle folds over pain; each breath a steep ascent.
Gratitude lingers here, stitched with jagged seams,
but not all hands that reached out were soft.

Stop handing me the word “strong” like a bandage.
We already know. I had no other choice.
Telling me...