Monday, May 30, 2022

Change the page

 Scared of my future, living in the past. 

Seeking continuity with this ever changing cast.

Continuing this way I know that I will not last.

Missing loved ones that have sadly passed.

Slowing things down for time is moving fast.

Not continuing as I know my own forecast.

If I’m not happy here, it’s time for a contrast.

I’d become inconsistent, was always steadfast.

This is my script, this is my stage. 

I should know it’s about perception by this age. 

Picked away so slow was hard to gauge. 

No longer adolescent, I’ve become a sage.

So I must step forward, be ready for a change.

Remove these chains and step out of this cage.

Release all my anger, self pity and rage. 

For this is my book, it’s time to change the page. 


Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Monster become

But I wasn’t always this way, 

wasn’t always the demon of the day, 

I have loved and failed, 

I believed in the fairytale.  

Back then my view was skewed, 

I wish only that I knew, 

that your love was a bust, 

That you would betray my trust, 

One who’s love can turn to hate 

when they learn they cannot manipulate. 

I don’t know why I waited this long, 

to stand up and be so strong. 

Now I have drawn the line, 

and taking back what is mine. 

You have torn me apart, 

you never deserved my heart. 

That was my gift to you, 

I wanted only the truth. 

But it is a such, 

I suppose that’s asking too much. 

So now I live for the rain, 

and I’ve grown from the pain. 

Once was a stab now only stung, 

you have created this monster I have become.

Monday, February 14, 2022


If you give them wings and teach them how to fly, 

you cannot be sad when they don’t look back 

as they disappear into the sky.

You just have to decide 

     whether you will be there at all, 

when they get scorched by the heavens

    and begin to fall. 

Perhaps you can just watch them die 

and then teach someone else to fly. 

For teaching is your reason to live. 

flight is the gift you have to give.

Sunday, December 19, 2021


 Sitting in time watching it flow by me.

Learning what is important by the omens I see.

Getting lost in the moment, Moving past my needs.

Living for the present, I have planted the seed.

The clock once made me it’s prisoner, now I am freed. 

Breathing in Adventure no need to take heed. 

With my eyes to the heavens, hands raised, deep I breathe.

And I scream to the darkness, never again will I feed.  


Saturday, November 20, 2021


my whole life,

I have been surrounded by death.

it has given me a dark sense of humor 

and interest. This is reflected in my art. 

This is my coping mechanism. 

I am not traumatized, I am creative. 


Thursday, November 18, 2021

Loved you

I took your  pain, You took my heart 

You swore that we would not be apart.

However you left with the first passing breeze.

For you where my focus, my desire to please. 

With empty promises made, 

I have learned to be afraid,

Of allowing lust to turn into trust.

Now I see that my investment was foolish,

Luckily this is a sea full of fish. 

So once again I throw out my net,

And I hope to find myself a pet,

That will be loyal, committed and true. 

And that will love me as much as I loved you. 

                                           - XZanthia 

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Foggy morning reflection

 I look at myself in the mirror, and through the morning dew I see the space in between my laughter and the torment of my childhood that made me the being that I am, barely standing before you with an aura of strength.