Coccoon Life

As I see it now, I have curled up in my coccoon
But the thought of entering this phase so late keeps me down
I’m not sure if I can ever find the strength to show my face
I’m sure they’ll still judge me without a doubt
Though I have made it without many regrets
And little to no scratches, and little to no threats
I still feel without an edge, a certain strategy… or act
I kinda feel awkward, worse than my teenage years in fact
I sit here in my coccoon just waiting to be ready
But I’m nervous that once I do hit the ground running
Will I be accepted? Or will they shut me down at the gate?
Why does it even matter what they say?
What am I doing? Why am I even coccooning?
My time has passed, aren’t I too old to matter?
The generations are grown with their own beasty ways
And I can’t even get along with the people from my day
What to do? What to do? As I sit here in my coccoon?
All nestled up and safe, waiting to make my next move
I guess I’ll never matter to the people I know now
If I didn’t matter then, I won’t matter without a doubt
I just need to find a new crowd who will wait on my coccoon
To spit me out and watch me blossom into something
I guess they thought I’d be a bug forever, such a shameful thing
Well actually, I’m still a bug… Just a pretty one… with wings!



Moving On

Good ol’ poetry, good ol’ rhymes
Good ol’ writing to help explain strange times
Good ol’ paper, good ol’ pen
Help me understand all this madness again

See for I have done what I thought would make people proud
In my own twisted way, cause I rarely ever follow the crowd
But still, for me to not have done it the way they know
I guess they expected me to stay beneath them, at their toes

That could be beside the point, not asking for a medallion
Not looking for people to admire me like some beautiful black stallion
In all simplicity, I just requested respect
But asking even that has earned me more and more neglect

They must expect that feeble me, that one from years ago
Who would jump and do for anyone, no questions asked or answers told
Or my softspoken nature that usually sets them for surprise
Cause they rarely ever know that there’s a lion deep inside

Now see that it is not my intention to instill a string of fears
I have my own battles that I fight, and nothing involves me standing here
Trying to demean you, oppress you, make you feel small in anyway
Though this is what I receive every time, every day

I just don’t understand my failing, I don’t get where I should stand
I’m too boisterous for the innocent, yet softspoken for the band
I’m too active for the seniors, too lazy for the young
I seem to be a stand-alone limited edition champion, ha!

One day I’ll find my purpose, when my door opens I’ll strike
I’m tired of staying average so that people will like
Who it is that I’ve become, whether aggressive or subdued
I will find my mountain, strike it, and move on to something new…

Guess that’s just what I do anyway…😛


Me and this growing stubborn trait
Pulsating so loudly these days I can’t concentrate
Menacing, screaming at me like six thousand mothers
Who believe in me, more than no other could possibly understand
It’s demanding and draining to live a life beneath who you are
And instead of settling into the fact that you’ll end up living an everyday life like everyone else
No, you must puff out your chest and tell yourself
You are somebody, and you deserve more
You deserve every knocking opportunity at every single door
It’s hard trying to scramble up a cliff with no stepping stones
But you just know deep down that you’ve got to press on
Because it’s more likely that you’ll end up closer to the sky
Instead of staying on the ground, wishing for life to lift you up high
Me and this stubborn personality that keeps me charging through
Trying to stay on the positive things while I’m barging through a world of blue
I can’t understand how I got here, or why I can’t let anyone tell me No
Even myself, I can’t believe that it’s ever the end
I can’t believe that the answer will always be No, I’ve just got to try again
I’ve just got to come back, I’ve just got to see it through
Persevere just once more cause maybe this time, the answer will be new
That’s why I need you to be clear, I can’t tolerate vague
Or my stubborn intuition kicks in and causes me to hang on everyday
Until the answers are clear and red, I can no longer trickle down the path
TELL ME there’s no point in me trying to fix this aftermath
Or else I will be stubborn, in life, love, and me
I’ll be stubborn with everything I do
It’s the only way I can be free




“It’s like a tendril of my coily hair bouncing in front of my eyes
Sweeter than an unexpected super secret surprise
To my demise, it was better unknown than being revealed
I’ve got all the happiness I really needed right here
So spread your heart wide, let me come inside!
I have endless love that I plan to provide
You’re one stone skipping over the seas
As far as the eye can see
Make no doubt about it, I’ve been waiting some time for you
And you don’t need to know all the details either
I’ve got more stories to tell you than I’d ever imagine telling anyone else
Come, take a seat
I’ve got them all sitting on the shelf.”



That “Kinda Pissed” Mood

I may be a bit of the animated type, I seem to be obsessive when it comes to getting hype, and I dance all around and I scream in the rain when I feel just a bit of the tiniest pain.


Oh please, do forgive me, to all those accustomed to having the world bow to your fingertips. Maybe they shove you a bit, but not enough to lose grip. You’re used to having it a certain way.


But you see, I am not. Not used to stability, more like a disabiliy, and here in my nothingness I rot. Nothing in my life comes without hesitation, I wake hour after hour growing familiar to anxiety while you? You awake in bed with nothing but variety, your life is nothing but a flow with society, while mine seems to remain a constantly broken down dynasty.

I wish you could understand what it was like, to not have the world bow down at your fingertips, to not have opportunities thrown at you like a pre-approved scholarship. To not being taken for granted or to be symbolized with all those who have come before you or made the trail nothing but a desolate waste land!


And they got to give the first impression… and ruined it for the rest of us.


No, you DON’T understand, but I wish you could. I wish I could take my life off like a shirt and bleach it, that would be good. To be able to start over and to have people accept me for the individual presence I planned on bringing into this planet!



But because of where I was bred… I’ll always be taken for granted.



~ MsKraizy

Life Lessons


There’s this thing called Life giving me advice about Love, trying to show me over and over what I need less of. There’s this thing called Hope giving me advice about dreams, telling me that I shouldn’t stop if I myself can create the scene. There’s this thing called Patience giving me advice about Stress, how I should keep on persevering in order to be the best. There’s this thing called Heart giving me advice about Feeling, how it’s okay to go for what you want even if others don’t find it appealing. There’s this thing called Humor giving me advice about Pain, that no matter what has happened scenarios always change. There’s this thing called Smiling giving advice about Fear, that no matter what can shake you always go…persevere. There’s this thing called Walking giving advice about Flow, that no matter if you’re confused never stop always go. There’s this thing called Stop giving advice about Peace, that if you feel too overwhelmed pause a moment, let it cease. There’s this thing called Ugly giving advice about Perspective, that no matter how they look, the heart is more reflective. There’s this thing called You giving advice about Me, passing lesson after lesson for our eyes and ears to heed.

But there’s this thing called Me giving advice about you, sometimes you need to listen, my words are valuable too.


I Will Not Stay Broken

I have to pause for a minute and laugh, because of the excess attempts you continue to toss at me
Steer my way, and yet
Even with all the bruising, scars, burns, and endless amounts of tears
I continue to persevere
As naïve as I know I am, I continue to stare into your eyes
And foil each and every plan with only a glimmer of hope in my eyes
Forever seeing the bright side
Remaining unmoved, not budging
Not held down by,

In fact I know I have nothing now
And I continue to lose more the more that I face you
But I stay strong, I get stronger
And my silence becomes the armor that I’ve been searching my entire life for
It becomes the steel plate guarding my heart
My brain shields in titanium
On some events you may have my heart fooled
But my soul knows that YOU



You have been my biggest competitor, the antagonist in my story
The villain in every scene
But I just didn’t understand how quite opposite we were
Until I literally had nothing
And looked to you
And felt the dirt fling into my eyes

My heart is now growling, my eyes are now burning
And it’s not because I hate you
And it’s not that I have forgotten what you have done to me
It is because I consciously make the decision
Here today
That I



I will not stay broken.