for the lost ones

i wanna say a few
words to those who
are battling, can’t feel
what they’re all worth.
seems like too many are
struggling and thinking
they’ve got nothing they
can offer the world, and
i can’t lie, i’m feeling that
in the same way you are,
but i just want to write up
something you can turn to
when you’re lacking belief.

just take a breath.

i know there’s not a
thing that i can say
to permanently end
the pain, but what i
can tell you is that
i’m happy you’re all
here to read these
words on this page.
i know this life can
knock you down in
every way, and you
will have some days
where nothing even
feels okay, but those
are just small pieces
that i promise will get
better if you let them.

you’re strong for how
you’ve pushed forward,
it’s hard to face these
problems alone, and i
know how it feels when
your head plays tricks
to make you think you
aren’t special, but the
bravery you’ve shown,
it’s commendable, and
please, promise you will
never let anyone say that
you aren’t strong enough.

this poem is for the lost ones:
you are absolutely worth it.

10. resurrection

yeah, the king’s back
and for real this time,
this throne is mine and
nobody’s gonna take
the crown away, not
gonna leave you all,
as long as there’s a
soul out in search of
a purpose, i’ll be here
to guide and provide
a light, let them know
they’re not alone, no
matter what they’re
going through, they
have my poems to
turn to for comfort.

struggled for a minute
but i’m concentrating,
now i’m out creating
what i knew i could,
guessing it just takes
some time to get back
in the swing of this, it’s
tough to keep your touch
but now i’ve got it back,
gonna be the king they
been waiting for, you’re
patient, i appreciate it,
thanks for sticking with
me, you’re the greatest,
how can i repay this?

end of 22, but i’m
just getting started,
thoughts are swirling,
now i have ideas, i’m
gonna keep it going,
what will be on 23?
stick around, you’ll
see, it’s a journey
that i’m really glad
to be on, let’s just
keep it pushing, i’m
sitting on my throne,
crown still fits right,
and i’m never giving
up, uh huh, i’m back.

resurrection.

9. perspective

i guess i feel like
i needed to “quit.”

i thought it would
just be a little troll,
but i realize that it
gave me a good bit
of perspective, and
it made me start to
realize the words i
write mean a thing
or two to the people
supporting what i do.

even if it’s me just
hopelessly moping,
repeating the words
i wrote before about
a love that will never
be with me, there is
someone who feels it,
and it really connects,
i just have to know it
and tell myself these
poems are important.

i would leave behind
a lot if i gave it all up,
so many people that
i’ve brought along for
this journey, i couldn’t
leave or forget them,
even the ones who’ve
stopped reading these.
who would i be to stop
and rid myself of what
i love doing so much?

i think it’s time
for a resurrection.

8. my impact

i guess that goes
to show my impact.

sometimes i tend to
forget how much i
matter to everyone.

i tend to not give
myself the credit
i actually deserve.

my words connect
more than i think.

i never realized it
because i lack the
confidence in them.

spend too much time
thinking all about how
much better everyone
else is at this than me.

they rhyme harder,
the rhythm’s tighter.

and here i am, just
writing out the first
thought on my head.

i didn’t really think
it would catch on.

a bunch of words
on a page with no
real pattern at all.

but yet, here i am,
and they all want
me to come back.

i guess that goes
to show my impact.

7. come back

i see messages
like that, and i
start to feel bad,
i just wanted to
say it to see if
anyone would
feel sad if i left,
and now i’ve got
everyone sending
paragraphs and
telling me that the
people who don’t
read are lowlives.

i didn’t think a
harmless troll
would cause a
bit of hostility,
but here we are,
everybody wants
me to come back,
write not for them,
do it for me, even
if that’s how i’ve
been going this
entire time now.

it’s like a bunch of
people are bummed,
“come back and write,
with all your passion,
you wouldn’t just give
all of this up, don’t quit.”
everyone wants to know
if i’m okay, ironic since i
use poetry to help me if
i’m not feeling so great.
but everyone’s thinking
that i’m leaving because
i’m not feeling that good.

i didn’t think they’d care.

6. a letter from a fan

“dear poetry king,

i don’t know if you
will answer us back,
but i just thought i’d
write this to you now.
i wish i wrote it before
you left, but i guess i
waited a little too long.

i just wanted to tell you
that your words meant
the world, and i’m glad
that you put them out.
i know how passionate
you were about these,
and it made you happy
to put out poems, even
if no one looked at them.

i don’t really believe
you’ve left, but if it’s
true that you’re gone,
i hope you know that
your words made us
happy. your bravery
was wonderful, and
i hope some day, you
come back to poetry.
you are worth it, your
work is special, and
i hope wherever you
go to, you just keep
doing what you love.

long live the poetry king.”

5. started to wonder

and i think that’s
why i wanted to
leave, because
i had to ask if i
was making all
my readers tired
of hearing these
same sad things
on constant loop.
it’s how i feel, but
even if it’s real, i
had to ask myself
if it got repetitive.

i mean, how many
times can i write
about a crush that
will never share the
feeling before i get
told to just shut up?
she even told me she
reads those ones, and
i started to ask if i was
only on it because she
kept checking in and i
wanted to give her the
poems she’ll care for.

had to wonder if i
was cracking to the
pressure of others,
writing what i felt
but putting it out
because it’s what
somebody else had
wanted to hear, and
it made me look at
my work differently,
in a way much less
satisfied than i had
been when i started.

i couldn’t write for me.