Some poems I like and wanted to share:

I hope

you see the


in every day,

no matter how


and fall in love

with it

even in the dark


My breathing is shallow

The air it is thin

The demons are screaming,

I think they might win.

My vision is blurry,

My heart rate is slow,

No therapy can save me,

I think I’m letting go.


We flatter those we scarcely know,

We please the fleeting guest,

And deal full many a thoughtless blow,

To those who love us best.

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It’s sad how

things are most beautiful

When they are ending

Flowers when they’re wilting

The leaves in autumn

the sun when its setting

your smile when its fading


Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows,

which the world knows not,

and oftentimes we call a man cold

when he is only sad.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow