First is lifeUntil you learn strife Until you learn nightUntil you learn lifeDarkness a scary sightFirst time to feel your alone at nightFighting yourselfAnd not any of that negative lightLosing yourself, you’ve haven’t beforeScary as plight against your own lifeFrom darkness to lightFrom daytime to nightRun from the first time you hated your lifeKnock on the door You’ve never done this before ...

i made this graphic bc i was on tumblr and there was a post about healing and growth came into my mind and i had the thought of “growth and healing.” as i was doing my graphic, the thought changed into “growth IN healing.” i’ve dealt with my depression and anxiety for about 7 years and still counting. and in the process of recovery, i learned that in healing from all the trauma and pain, i’ve ...

SONGS + BOUNDARIES London music artist Kayte releases her single 'Nothing Left' on November 27th, 2020. Her third single, Nothing Left features home-made samples, fierce vocals and heavy bass. Inspired by an unbalanced relationship, Kayte explores boundaries and how they can help to keep our mental health afloat. Recorded at Aaron Taylor's home studio,  who is co-producer along with Kayte, the ...

It's been a thousand years or twenty minutes since I last wanted to dieDefinitely one of the twoI've been counting my breaths, are you counting as well?There's something inside of me that's golden,This core of hope I can't seem to qwell and I was wondering if you had any advice about that?I'm a billion years old or I haven't been born yetDefinitely one of the twoI exist in star stuff and the c...

I have a heart made of diamonds held together by dust And it's scared of the silence so the beat's always rushed Like a prince made of bruises as the battle drawers near It runs low on excuses not to hide in the fear See the issue with diamonds, sometimes the pressure's too much And in the presence of violence even more turns to dust 

it’s complicated, you know removing yourself from situationsyou don’t want to be init’s crippling, you knowyou’re paralyzed and thinking how did i get here?it’s waking up to pair of lips movingat your facetargeting your broken conscience wonderingif you’ll ever know how to step awayit’s walking around a ghost amongst the living who hardly noticeyou’re walking, deadyou’re runninggrasping for the...

it’s complicated, you know removing yourself from situationsyou don’t want to be init’s crippling, you knowyou’re paralyzed and thinking how did i get here?it’s waking up to pair of lips movingat your facetargeting your broken conscience wonderingif you’ll ever know how to step awayit’s walking around a ghost amongst the living who hardly noticeyou’re walking, deadyou’re runninggrasping for the...

Emotion, story-telling, and flavor all come together to create to PoppiDizzy’s Album. This is a clearly very careful created project, filled with intricate bars, flows, smooth instrumentals, and melodies. Recovery Mode offers us a perspective into the Dizzy’s Recovery Mode by PoppiDizzy Album · 2022 · 10 Songs music.apple.com life, on multiple songs, talking about ti...

In every sunrise I see you And here is where I must Remain. Time will wander a long Infinite path One that I stand before -  A record of existence.   Of where I wait.   Past unmoving eyes, To stare into that emotionless  Abyss. It is here where the white sun stands  above Withholding warmth  From reaching my bark. Illuminating the landscape; Somewhat stark.   To withstand this world alone, Hold...

Where the mountain meets the oceanMy soul is running wild and free.Every part of my heart that was brokenIs now healed by the waters of the sea.I a...

I cut into the pomegranatewith gentle precision because this is howI want it done to me.I roll my fingertips over the clusters of seedsand carefully considerhow I will remove them,leaving nothing behind,because this is how I want it done to me. I remove each seed one by one,with diligence,wriggling them loosefrom the spongy white flesh,not blinking, not speakinguntil the cavity of the fruithas ...

Writhing from a shell-She’s spit!naked and afraid, dumb and blank- already the air is just too cold. Fate- or here,spitting sucking snakes whosecoiling gestures, “She be here” ?Is it in these moments we are infantilized by the great black mouth-Her hornets nest, brutish in the eyea wail to recompense Life, the First Offender?  Is it in this moment her red meat is made to bite the arrowhead?Is i...