April is National Poetry Month as we celebrate poetry and those who write poetry. This tribute honors them in every way both those living and those who passed on.

This song is based on my personal testimony, I used AI to create the song; all I do is write the lyrics, maybe one day I will be able to record my own music, but as of today, I have no musical talent besides being able to carry a tune and write lyrics.

"Dearest friend, as we stand on the brink of new adventures, my heart swells with pride and a touch of nostalgia. Remember all those late-night study sessions and spontaneous escapades? They've shaped us into who we are today. As you step into this exciting new chapter, know that my support and friendship will always be a constant. Go out there and make your mark on the world – I can't wait to see all that you accomplish!"

This is for you. You know who. Who will be. Be so true. True is; Love. Love that I have. Have to give; Give you everything, Everything Because. Because I Can.

A quick Poem I wrote about what our spirits would say if they could speak to our physical form. Imagine what it would say?

My first ever published poem. If you enjoy this one, be sure to subscribe for more. This is more or less, a dummy test to see how well this app works.

Loving someone you cannot have can feel like being on an emotional rollercoaster. There are moments of intense longing, where you yearn to be with that person, balanced by the reality of your unreciprocated feelings.

See Me: A poem specifically written for women who feel like they're constantly being used by society.

the beautiful sun lights our way through the world, it's time we give it some proper credit. In this poem we try to showcase the beauty and the fierceness of the sun

Most of us look past the moon for we hardly see her since we busy ourselves during the night and overlook her beauty, so for those that take a glance at the moon, this poem is for you.

A year to the oath is a year forgotten. Where we stand is only between your left brain and your most used hand. If there ever was a time to run for the hills, simply stop and open the door.

I never stopped to notice my color, until a thin crease in the opposite sex’s eye started to pierce at me.

This is the first poem I've ever written. It’s about memory, mortality, and the quiet ways we carry each other, even without knowing it. I hope it finds you gently.

In a world where simply existing as trans can feel like an act of defiance, this poem captures the quiet fear, daily courage, and constant tension that come with living authentically. It’s not just a reflection—it’s a reminder of the stakes. Read it to understand what it means to be visible in a world that often looks away.

I once thought that humans could never fall in love after 3 days, that it was even impossible. Until I met you and had to spend the next 7days together.

This is a poem about my wanting to live a more tragic life with the intention that I may better understand peoples' struggles and give them a way to more easily express their feelings to others.

Just a little poem about dreams. Many often want to share their dreams, but the fear of sharing hinders them. When they get rejected, they "kill" those around them but convince themselves it's the world's fault.

In tough times my father would always tell me a saying his mom used to tell him, being “this too shall pass.” After a heart shattering break up, the theme of something such as a thunderstorm passing becomes prevelant. With this I chose to create a thorough and symbolic piece to share to the world. In the times of healing, its important that the lord walks with you even in valley of death.

He picks up what I put down. He talks for me, while I complete his every sentence. It isn’t fear that stops a woman from loving more. But. I can say, it is knowing that she must uncomfortably sacrifice day in and day out.

I know im the bad guy. Trust me the voices in my head have played those words on a never ending loop. Its basically elevator music at this point. My heart wants to break as the guilt and self hate settles itself in my joints. My bones threatening to snap themselves just to feel something. The rolled up herb in my hand burns as it stings my throat and the smoke coats my tongue. Everything starts to float away in every exhale i take. I know Im the bad guy. The tears of others are building up in my memories teasing my own to start running. The words that fell out of my mouth and onto your plate were so sharp that it shatters. I know im the bad guy. And as youre struggling to pick up the pieces i look at you. No emotions are allowed to peek through my mask. The same mask that i had designed when i was a little girl.