The Unseen Poet

03/23/2026

03/22/2026

A Rock Amongst Stars

A friend told me..
you cannot be nobody.
you are a whole universe.
you matter more
than you know.

But what do you call it
when a person exists
and still feels missing?

What do you call it
when a person breathes
and still feels buried?
When they speak
and hear their own voice
fall back like dirt
on a coffin?

I do not feel like a universe.
I feel like a tiny rock
in an endless one
surrounded by billions
of other rocks,
other planets,
other stars
that seem to have been born
knowing how to burn.

And I am here,
but “here” has never felt
like proof of anything.

People say everything matters.
They say every piece belongs.
But a rock can belong to a mountain
and still be stepped over.
It can exist for centuries
and never be seen
as anything more
than something in the way.

That is what nobody feels like.

Not empty. Not gone.
Just unnoticed for so long
you begin to fade in your own eyes.

So when they tell me
I am a universe, I wonder
if the cruelest part of being alive
is that something can be full of meaning
and still feel like nothing at all.

©️, 2026

01/25/2026

One Body, Many Lives

They say you only live once,
and in a way, that’s true
because we’re only on this earth one time.

But I don’t think we live just one life.

I think we live many,
all inside the same body.

The life I lived as a child
is not the life I lived as a teen.
The life I lived as a teen
is not the life I lived in my twenties,
or my thirties.

The life I lived when my grandma was here
is not the life I live now.
Her absence rewrote everything.

And the life I live now
will change again
when my mother leaves,
and again when my father goes.

Those lives... I’m not ready for.
I’m not brave enough to welcome them.
But they will come anyway.

Because that’s how the story works.

Life doesn’t ask permission
before turning the page.

So maybe “you only live once”
isn’t about how many lives we get,
but how many times
we find the courage
to keep living
after one version of us ends.

And maybe surviving
is just learning how to grieve
the life you had
while still showing up
for the one that remains.

©️, 2026

01/14/2026

The Quiet Question

Life is funny, not like hehe haha,
But in the way it plays out.
You could want to go to bed and not wake up,
While someone somewhere is dying,
But wanting to live.

Those who give are rich.
Those who take are poor.
Those who have little are happy,
While those who have everything want more.

Maybe life is asking
a quiet question:
If this were your last day,
Would you finally notice
That the life you wanted
Was the one
You were living all along?

©️, 2026

10/09/2025

Life is a Gift

Life is a gift.
I try to stay present.
But my thoughts run wild,
and I end up chasing the train
before it gets too far.

Sometimes I find my way back quickly.
Other days, I take the long way
through the fields of what ifs
and should’ve beens,
down the hill and off the tracks.

I don’t know why I do this.
Maybe I forget
forget that every second is borrowed,
every breath on loan.
Too busy numbing yesterday’s pain,
I miss today
and rush straight into tomorrow.

©️, 2025

09/05/2025

No One's Words

If you came here lookin for someone
I am afraid you've come to the wrong place
Nobody is the body dwelling in this space
Try a different time or a different face
When somebody comes to take nobody's place

Nobody is never remembered, though always around,
A name never spoken, a face never found.
Nobody's hands reach out but are never held,
Left to the silence where nobodies dwell.

Nobody breaks so somebodies stand,
Unseen support with invisible hands.
Known by no name, no touch, no embrace
Nobody fades in nobody’s place.

This nobody longs to be somebody,
But can a dream exist when no one dreams?
When you read my words what do you see?
Are you somebody or nobody, like me?

©️, 2025

07/08/2025

Why

Every headline about the Texas floods
Shatters my heart, piece by piece
All I can do is ask, Why?

Why do innocent children lose their lives?
Why must it take disaster
For strangers to stand as one?
We’re told to pray, why?

They say when we pray, God listens
But where was He in the rising water?
Why must we beg for Him to see our pain,
If He already knows what’s coming?
Why do the innocent die?

Why?

©️, 2025

06/17/2025

Revolution in Skin

All my life I've been
Underestimated and overlooked
Told I’ll fail before they even let me try
When I succeed, they turned a blind eye

I have felt every doubt but it only fueled my fire
I have heard every whisper but listened to my desire

They mistook my quiet for weakness, my pause for fear
But I was just loading—now I’m shifting gear
Each setback a lesson, every scar a crown
They tried to break me, but I never stayed down

They built their gates high, said I didn’t belong
But I learned how to climb—and I came back strong
I turned "no" into battle cries, pain into fuel
Refused to stay silent, refused to play cool

This is not just survival—it’s revolution in skin
It’s what happens when the counted-out decide to win
I am the spark they hoped would never ignite
The underdog rising, ready to fight

I don’t need permission, and I’m done asking why
I was born to shatter ceilings—not just try
Let them brace for the storm they helped create
I am the shift. I am the change. I am the weight.

I am built from the ashes they hoped I'd become
Crafted in storms, not afraid of the sun
So doubt me again—I'll thank you for the flame
Because every "you can't" just sharpens my blade

©️, 2025

06/09/2025

What I Keep, What I Let Go

Yeah, my poems are dark.
That’s what happens when your mind never shuts the hell up.
When it’s daylight outside—
but inside, it’s a storm.

The nights stretch longest.
I come home,
unlace the weight of the day from my feet,
drop my bag,
and sit in silence so thick
I have to remind myself to breathe.

No texts.
No body to curl into.
Just me—
holding the whole damn day
behind my ribs,
like a scream I never let out.

I think too much.
About things that don’t matter.
And things that do.
I rewind conversations like I could un-say the wrong things.
Most days I’m overstimulated,
underestimated,
and pulled so thin
I feel like thread.

But yeah—my life’s good.
Great, even, on some days.
It’s just—
I don’t write poems for the good stuff.
That light?
I keep that.

I write the dark to get it out.
I keep the light so it stays.
It’s mine. Sacred.
Just because you read my shadows
Doesn't mean you get to feel the warmth of my sun.

©️, 2025

05/24/2025

Sunshine in Boots

My grey skies turned to skies of blue
The day the world was blessed with you.
From your mother’s arms into my hands,
You healed me in ways no one could understand.

I was drifting, tired, and low—
No will to stay, no place to go.
Two lives began that day;
You lit a fire, showed me the way.

I knew I had to rise and be strong,
To fight the dark I’d known so long.
Not just for me—but now for you,
A brighter path I had to choose.

My sunshine in worn-out, woody boots,
Wild curly hair, eyes brightest of blue.
You carry magic in all that you do
You turn the ordinary into something exciting, new.

If I could wish one thing for you,
It’s that your heart stays kind and true.
May wonder fill your curious eyes,
And love outshine the darkest skies.

Stay wild, stay curious, run free,
Laugh loud, love big, and simply be-
Be here, be present, let worries cease—
Right here, right now, is where you’re meant to be.

A tiny hand wrapped 'round my finger
Was the cure for the darkness that lingered
You couldn't even speak - but still, you gave
A love that taught me how to stay.

©️, 2025

05/17/2025

Always You

I wish there were a way to take away your pain,
To silence the voices that speak in vain,
To show you the strength in your every breath,
How your kindness shines, how you're more than enough—
yes, even on the days you forget.

If the mirror lies and refuses to let you see
The beauty in you that's clear to me,
I'll shatter its glass without regret—
For every cruel reflection it let you accept.

I wish I could lift you when your wings are torn,
To be your stillness when your heart feels worn.
To wrap you in warmth when the night feels unfair,
And whisper “I’m here” when no one else is there.

I’m sorry I never did these things—
I let you fall, I clipped your wings.
I stood in the shadows while you broke apart,
Judging your soul, ignoring your heart.

I rejected the parts of you that trembled and bled,
Demanded strength when you needed rest instead.
I handed your worth to those who never stayed,
Who took what they wanted, then walked away.

The “you” in every line was always me—
All the words you wished someone would say,
I’m saying them now—to the mirror,
I hope you'll believe it when it doesn't come from just any voice—
but mine, yours,... ours

When the darkness closes in, as it always dares to do,
Remember—every ounce of courage, grace, and fire
Was never borrowed.
It was always you.

©️, 2025

05/05/2025

No Hate, Just Hope

To all who’ve found love, I’ve got no hate,
I cheer you on—your joy is great.
I watch you bloom, I feel the flame,
And deep in my soul, I pray for the same.

If love found you, then count it as gold,
A rare kind of magic not bought or sold.
Some of us search and still come up dry,
So hold yours close—don’t let it pass by.

Be gentle, be kind, let forgiveness flow,
Love takes work if you want it to grow.
And while yours thrives, just know it’s true—
Your love gives the rest of us hope too.

©️, 2025