Thank you, Tylar. For real. For being like an older brother to me when I didn’t even realize I needed one. As someone who already is an older sibling, it’s been such a gift having someone else I can turn to. Someone who gets it, someone I can talk to without overthinking, someone I canContinue reading “To Tylar — Like the Big Brother I Didn’t Know I Needed 🎧💬🖤”
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Until Next Time
This will be my last poem for a little while— not forever, just a pause, a breath, a reset in the rhythm. Because next month, I’m trading metaphors for memories, swapping stanzas for stillness, putting down my pen to pick up the people who’ve held me when I didn’t even know I was falling. I’veContinue reading “Until Next Time”
Everyone But Me
I wear my cape invisible— stitched together with silence and savior complexes. I’m the fixer, the shoulder, the late-night voice that picks up at 3AM when you call crying, even when I’m drowning too. I’ve patched up heartbreak with duct tape words, stitched shattered self-esteem with borrowed prayers, held hands through storms I wasn’t strongContinue reading “Everyone But Me”
“Choose Who Chooses You”
I used to chase shadows, people with smiles like mirages— looked like love from a distance but vanished when I got too close. I gave my best to hands that never held me back. Poured my soul into empty cups hoping they’d overflow when they barely even dripped effort. You ever bend over backwards justContinue reading ““Choose Who Chooses You””
Out of My League
(A Spoken Word Poem) I got a crush like gravity — pulling me toward someone I’ll never touch, like the moon whispering sweet nothings to the waves, knowing they’ll never hold her. You’re… the type of beautiful that poems can’t hold, the kind of smile that architects should study, the kind of laugh that echoesContinue reading “Out of My League”
“Still Rising (The Designer’s Confession)”
🎤 I am… Designer by day, Poet by heart, Sketching dreams on deadlines And bleeding truth into bars after dark. I don’t just clock in — I create in color While the grayscale of my mind Tries to pull me under. But nah, I ain’t drowning — I’ve learned to swim through the noise, ToContinue reading ““Still Rising (The Designer’s Confession)””
When Everything Is Everything: Living with Anxiety, Depression, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder
There’s no easy way to start a post like this, so I’m just going to say it straight: living with multiple mental health conditions is a lot. It’s more than a full-time job, more than a weight—it’s an entire storm system, and I live inside of it every single day. Last night was one ofContinue reading “When Everything Is Everything: Living with Anxiety, Depression, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder”
My Body Won’t Let Me Die
Spoken Word by Marty I’ve been lying in bed, with the weight of the world pressing full against my chest— not like Atlas carrying the globe, more like being the pavement beneath it. Cracked, silent, invisible until someone trips over me. All I want to do is vanish, fade like fog in morning heat. NotContinue reading “My Body Won’t Let Me Die”
The Weight I Wear
I wake up before the sun has even sighed, and wear a smile like armor— not joy. Just a habit. A mask. Another role I didn’t ask for. They call me strong. Reliable. “Solid.” But solid doesn’t mean whole. It means no room to fall apart. I say “I’m fine” like it’s a reflex, likeContinue reading “The Weight I Wear”
Update 2: When Everything Feels Heavy
I thought being sober would fix all my problems. I really did. People made it sound like once you stop drinking or using, things just… get better. That life would slowly fall into place. That clarity and peace would come flooding in. And to be fair, some of that is true—sobriety has cleared my mindContinue reading “Update 2: When Everything Feels Heavy”
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