Trapped with the whispers inside a screaming pain eating me alive inside surrounded by faces but no a single glace sparks my way in this world there are those who draw in light and those that shift aeay into darkness an abyss inside me rips aeay at my very soul all these screams cries and a faint little bit of laughter nothing reaches my ears as i fade into the background choking and corroding inside i am but ready to die

Lovelorn Lost

    Waking up in a cold winter chill my mind feels as if its drawing a blank,
Falling mad because of loves embrace

   Was i not good enough was the time not right or did she just not care enough, these thoughts and these feelings i have been feeling stuck.

    I need to wash away my love forget everything that was, my heart tore to pieces acting like a loaded gun

   I need to stop falling hard and start thinking clear, painful traits and my end grows near.

  Spiraling losing my hope i will never find a just love only an empty hope, painful thoughts knowing i will be dying alone.

  It’s not your fault dont worry about a thing,
Thinking back to the nights you and i would sing.

Now my thoughts fade as my skin begins to turn pale, maybe it was never ment to be maybe i was just time to kill.

  Not able to read minds i will never know, Thats why in this life my hope has gone cold

Roses and the blood we shed

    Roses fall in the autumn truly a blessing to my eyes, visions trapped in darkness eating me from the inside

  This world truly is such a beautiful place,
Unfortunately for me im trapped within my grace

  Everyday my passion burn’s bright,
Trying to light the fuel bringing in the light

  So much is wrong very little has become true,
Stop treating the world like a dumpster stop turning our lands murky and blue

Along this path few share with open arms,
More torture others giving birth to more self harm

  Our grass used to be green but now is stained with blood,
The people have lost their way lost what it means to love

  Reaching out to others should no be a burden,
Holding feelings deep until it really starts hurting

  Life is not simple and it is not just another game,
Steeping on one another for greedy self gain

   What have we become what monsters do we reflect,
Becoming a better self that is the ultimate test.

Alone

In a world of faces, a hundred in sight,
Walking endless miles, shadows in the light.
No words exchanged, just a silent trend,
Alone with my tunes, a journey to transcend.
Lost in melodies, my solace found,
Singing out loud, in silence profound.
Labeled as crazy, misunderstood,
In my musical world, where I feel good.
Day by day, the routine unfolds,
Singing my heart out, stories untold.
Neither here nor gone, in a silent sigh,
Trapped within, where emotions lie.
In the quiet whispers, a love story blooms,
In the serenade of solitude, passion fumes.
A romance in silence, a melody divine,
In the symphony of solitude, hearts entwine.

Urgently Need’s A Job

Question’s what are those the thing’s we ask ourselves? Is any of it real what is the purpose of waiting for results but acomplishing nothing.

We feel quizzed by everything we do. The world makes no sense. Some of us don’t have pedigrees, but we work harder than the rest.

Most people are spaming Ai or rely on assists, but the real ones write and cripple their wrists. It’s funny but recently a job asked me if I was comfortable with using ai. Tell me this who need’s a guide using a generator is that really nessacery.

So I keep writing to my heart’s content rejected from a job for not using ai assist. This world has become a real joke i understand ai has a role. But if everything is generated originality declines.

So what do you think do you feel like it is fair I’m an unemployed writer? Is it right to get rewarded for being lazy and not coming up with your own ideals. Only to relay somebodies generated ideas.

If that is the case I’m sorry but originality is screwed and to be frank there is nothing we can do. Just recently I tried promoting my freehand logo design’s. But once again it gets over shadowed by ai’s tedious lies.

Ask yourself why the suicide rate is so high. Perhaps cause your limiting people with the creative minds. You want to be trapped in a generated matrix fine be my guest. But i will give fighting on with my paper and my pen.

Donations would be greatly appreciated as i am borderline going to be homeless due to the fact i can’t even get a general labour job i have been applying but nothing so basically I’m hosed^_^

For logo design inquires add me on snapchat and we can discuss pricing based on the project at hand ty

The Tidal Waves

My tide swings like a noose around my neck, The challenges arise the privilege of the test.

Crimson is my blood ice became my heart, Nothing feel’s real, Nothing light’s a spark.

Why must i endure such demise why must hatred reside inside, My bitter soul crushed my light is leaving my eyes.

If it must be this way why not make it swift, Why plunge the knife deeper why did it twist.

It’s as if something keeps pulling me down deep within my soul, A feeling so lost my mind cannot comprehend or cope.

The world is a bitter place filled with so much hatred so many lies, Even the leaders wear painted masks living in disguise.

But people like me and you we work hard everyday, Getting lost in these tidal waves

No matter what we do we cannot win this game, but never give up don’t let your heart dissuade.

ColorCreed

Checkout My New YT Channel & Tiktok @Colorcreed

To Simplify this my poetry tiktok almost made it to 5k follows but i forgot its gmail pass sooo i cant access it anymore all my content is now transfering over to these platforms

Also if you want to get to know me on a personal level I do Livestream on Reality and tbh frankly i miss my followers

The Adventures Of Koala & Ru

.     On brisk hot summers eve there was a koala sitting alone under the tree’s. It wasn’t but a moment that he was alone. In come a kangaroo invading his home.

This kangaroo her name was Ru she was kind of quiet and a little shy and kind of confused. But she talked and she talked chipping away. At the koala alone with walls up of stone.

 Finally he broke and the koala responded with a friendly response. In came Ru and left koala confused. Koala tried and tried hiding and pushing away. But in come Ru to brighten the day. Soon after they talked and they talked about each others past the hardship’s they’ve crossed.

Koala and Ru soon after became the best of friend’s. Spending time talking of coarse they might. Koala and Ru all talk of the town even though they were just friends the crowd was confused. What was in store? What’s next to come? Ru discovered feeling’s  for koala and kissed him .

It hit Koala so deep he didn’t know what to do. What did Koala do he went with it for it had felt true. Than one day on a brisk cold night. Ru ran away leaving koala without a single light Koala’s day kept turning into night no happiness or sadness only quiet.

 Koala had than realized life wasn’t the same without Ru. Koala missed Ru’s smile Koala missed Ru’s laugh Koala missed the way Koala made Ru crack. So Koala spends his day under those tree’s alone and distant. Patiently he wait’s for his long lost friend. Spending each day alone till the very end.

 

Once upon a time, in a land filled with lush green trees and sunny skies, there lived a little koala named Koala. He loved to spend his days sitting by himself under the tall, shady trees. But one day, his peaceful solitude was interrupted by a curious visitor.

Bounding into Koala’s home was a kangaroo named Ru. Ru was a shy and quiet kangaroo, but she couldn’t help but talk and talk, chattering away with excitement. Koala, who had built walls around himself, was a little confused by Ru’s sudden appearance.

But Ru’s friendly nature broke through Koala’s defenses, and he found himself responding with kindness. Before he knew it, Ru had brightened Koala’s day and the two became the best of friends. They spent hours talking and sharing stories of the hardships they had faced.

Word of their friendship spread like wildfire throughout the town, leaving everyone confused. Was there something more than friendship between Koala and Ru? No one could tell, and the mystery intrigued them all.

One day, as the icy night air settled in, Ru suddenly ran away, leaving Koala feeling lost and without the light of his newfound friendship. Koala’s days turned into quiet nights, with no happiness or sadness, just a longing for Ru to return.

In the silence, Koala realized that life wasn’t the same without Ru. He missed her warm smile, her infectious laughter, and the way she made him crack with laughter. So, every day, Koala waited patiently under those familiar trees, hoping for his long-lost friend to come back.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. But Koala never lost hope. He spent his time alone, waiting for the day when Ru would return. And one day, after what felt like an eternity, Koala’s patience was rewarded.

From afar, he saw a figure hopping towards him. It was Ru, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Koala’s heart leaped with joy as they embraced each other tightly. The two friends knew that their bond was too strong to be broken.

Now, Koala and Ru spend their days together once again, under the shade of those familiar trees. Their friendship is a beacon of love and understanding, reminding us all that true friends are worth waiting for.

So, the next time you see a koala and a kangaroo together, remember the adventures of Koala and Ru. And cherish your own friendships, for they are rare and precious, just like the bond between these two unforgettable friends.

I really need to get published. i hate living in poverty

This is a childrens book i wrote, but most publishers want 2-3 thousand dollars. i can’t even afford groceries

Petrified

Does it ring true?
The sounds of being lost.
Helping people find their merry way
But always slipping on these rock’s
Putting blind faith in other’s is all I can do, Running on this hamster wheel on exibit at the zoo
Does life have a meaning?what are we supposed to do? Questions I thought I would ask.
Pushing on mentality and breaking through my glass.
My mind speaks riddles and sometimes I’m even confused
It plays tricks on me like that devilish racoon
Waking me up chirping with all of his friend’s
Looking to my chest is this how I end

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