I wrote this poem after seeing videos on my YouTube feed about Trump and his bad behavior. I don't understand why people would allow a man who has been known as a ******* and a law breaker into office. Trump has done very bad things before he was presented. He's never going to change. He's a narcissist and racist. He doesn't even have anything nice to say about anyone. He says very ****** things. He has committed on people's looks as if he knows what beauty is. He thinks beauty is plastic surgery and hiding your beauty marks. That's a sick view on beauty. Its very artificial and dishonest. He's even married to a ******* Bunny. What happened to America's morals and values? Why would you allow your children to be part of such a person? I am ashamed of America for even thinking about allowing such a evil person to have control of our military and policy's. He's caused war within our country as well as foreign countries. No good has come from his presence. I am a very good judge of character and I knew from the beginning what sort of man he is. He frightened me as a child and he still frightens me today.

I wrote this poem about my personal struggles with having a high level of intelligence. It's not always easy, it causes stress and anxiety. I have been aware of how things function since I was a very young child. I use to be afraid of everything. Until I started facing life head on without allowing fear to stop me. I would go to the mall and wait for the crowd to come in. I would get inside and walk through it. I also sat at the entrance and drew people and anything else I could find. Slowly my anxiety faded and I began craving the time I made. My anxiety was replaced by interest and society. I want to understand how others think and do what they do. My passion for writing and drawing grew from the seeds I planted at that mall.

I lost a close friend of mine. We had a vigil last night. My boyfriend told everyone including me he would take me to the vigil. He later decided not to go after he promised to take me. I was able to get him to go. But before it ended he got up to leave. I am handicapped and need assistance and he promised to help me but he didn't. Later he said he wanted to go to bed and that's why he left. He was paranoid too. He singled out one of our friends and asked him if he was upset with him. When nothing happened to cause any upset. My boyfriend is an addict and schizophrenic, he's been dealing with his addictions since December 31 after he visited his dad. He didn't have any plans not did he keep his routine he built at home. He stole from me many times and lied a lot. He makes excuses instead of following the program he said he would follow. He's done nothing but abuse me. I am going to have to drop him. I can't keep dealing with his abuse. I've been through this before with him. Please pray for us 🙏. Also, I have lots a lot of loved ones in a short period of time. My grandfather passed away last month too. My boyfriend seems to be a heartless *******. My friends also have noticed his bad behavior. When your neighborhood is effected by your boyfriend's evil ways that is a big red flag you should break up with him and let yourself heal. It's not your responsibility to make anyone happy or care for them. Your responsibility is to yourself.

Be brave!

This is inspired by the republicans lie’s and abuse. Donald Trump is the wolf in sheep’s skin.

This is inspired by vampire movies and books I've read and watched.

I am on pain management and everytime I take my pain pills I end up remembering my past in vivid images and sound. As if I am reliving my life day by day. I have a very vivid memory because I have savant syndrome causing me to have a super ability to recall my experiences. I can also draw from memory every tiny detail and structure. I don't know why I have this ability but I do know how I got it. I was born with Autism and a very high IQ. My brain is completely different than an average persons brain. My doctor's told me I have a complex and complicated brain. I also have the rarest blood type in the world, only 75 people have been reported to have the same blood type as I. I have been through testing as well as donated my blood, hair, and nails to clinics for studies to help save lives. I am pretty sure my blood has saved many people who needed transfusions. I give in private so people can't look for me. My mom helped me setup a plan when I first found out. My health care is really good too because of my rare health conditions. Though, one down side my blood cells doesn't have antibiotic properties so I can't get blood from other types besides my own. Also, I have different reactions to medication and my environment. Imagine going to the doctor and they take you into a private room to tell you you have the rarest blood type in the world and they want you to donate your blood and other things so scientists can study it. That happened to me at the age of 13 after I got very sick and I needed to get help. I almost died a year later when my gallbladder exploded. By the time I got to the hospital I was pronounced died so I had no time to get blood transfusion. I still came back 30 minutes later while I was being transferred to a private room. They were preparing my body so my family could say goodbye. I feel bad for the nurse who saw me **** up and yell, you idiot I don't want to go back. I was yelling at God for forcing me back into my life. I didn't want to come back. I felt like I was at home and my loved ones who passed away were there too. I got to see heaven and the opening to hell. I was taken to heaven through a bright light and I was greeted by family members and friends. I met one of the patients who passed away in the other room. I ended up going to her husband to tell him she was okay and she wanted him to keep living his life. He was very grateful for my message. I am still friends with him and his family. Also, I made plans to have tea with her on the beach in heaven when we meet again. My mom told me I should write a book and share my experience with the world. Maybe someday I will.

This is about Donald Trump and his damages.

This is the third vampire poem part of my lucid dream series. I had a lucid dream where I was forced to follow a vampire. I sleep walked. I tried waking myself up by touching a wall but it failed. I knew I was dreaming and sleep walking. I was forced to endure the dream until I heard a scream and a loud boom. I do suffer from a rare condition called exploding head syndrome. Stress causes it. It causes me to hear a loud boom or bang, sometimes screaming or yelling. It ****'s me awake every time it happens. I had the dream the day after Christmas. I was very sick and went to the hospital on Christmas morning. It stressed me out.

I saw a black widow and came up with this poem.