mikakid09 - Hello Poetry

The door was left open, the light turned to dark,From a family trusted, we lost the first spark.Between devil and angel, in a world broken apart,We are mourning for Zach, with a hole in our heart."Why, why?" the cry echoes through weeks of the pain,A brother, a friend—killed, and we’re left in the rain.But I remember the mother, the voice soft and steady,Who chased every tear before we were ready.A soul kind and deep, with a strength true and wide,A constant warm guide with no reason to hide.Now love is a butterfly in a garden so still,With wings made of velvet, defying the chill.A story the sun told in gold and in lace,Before you vanished to a shadow-filled place.Our feet are still bleeding, we try hard to run,But we’re walking through poppies, though the walking isn't fun.It isn’t for drama, or to stay in the hate,It’s just that life was so pretty before it met fate.I promise to cherish the secret you kept,While the morning still flickers where the wanderers slept.Goodbye, sweet Zach, we will see you quite soon,Between the stone and the stars and the light of the moon.

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May 11

May 11, 2026 at 10:44 AM UTC

Pain

The door was left open, the light turned to dark,From a family trusted, we lost the first spark.Between devil and angel, in a world broken apart,We are mourning for Zach, with a hole in our heart."Why, why?" the cry echoes through weeks of the pain,A brother, a friend—killed, and we’re left in the rain.But I remember the mother, the voice soft and steady,Who chased every tear before we were ready.A soul kind and deep, with a strength true and wide,A constant warm guide with no reason to hide.Now love is a butterfly in a garden so still,With wings made of velvet, defying the chill.A story the sun told in gold and in lace,Before you vanished to a shadow-filled place.Our feet are still bleeding, we try hard to run,But we’re walking through poppies, though the walking isn't fun.It isn’t for drama, or to stay in the hate,It’s just that life was so pretty before it met fate.I promise to cherish the secret you kept,While the morning still flickers where the wanderers slept.Goodbye, sweet Zach, we will see you quite soon,Between the stone and the stars and the light of the moon.

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A steady hand, a gentle word, The softest voice I’ve ever heard. A light that guides me through the dark, A constant, warm, and loving spark. Through every scraped knee and every tear, You chased away each doubt and fear. With patience deep and love so true, I found my strength by watching you. You’re more than just a helping hand, The kindest soul in all the land. So here’s a wish, and a promise, too: To always love and cherish you.

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Apr 24

Apr 24, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC

Mother's Day

A steady hand, a gentle word, The softest voice I’ve ever heard. A light that guides me through the dark, A constant, warm, and loving spark. Through every scraped knee and every tear, You chased away each doubt and fear. With patience deep and love so true, I found my strength by watching you. You’re more than just a helping hand, The kindest soul in all the land. So here’s a wish, and a promise, too: To always love and cherish you.

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I'm done with you I'm done with drama I'm done with life I'm done with being 17 I'm done with not be happy I'm done with him IM DONE!!!!!

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC

Im done

I'm done with you I'm done with drama I'm done with life I'm done with being 17 I'm done with not be happy I'm done with him IM DONE!!!!!

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In the quiet garden's heart, A sudden spark, a work of art. With wings of lace and velvet gold, A story in the sun is told. They do not speak, they do not stay, But drift upon the breath of day. From bloom to bloom, a silent flight, A flicker in the morning light. A secret kept in colors bright, Before they vanish from our sight. To find a place where shadows grow, And only soft-winged wanderers go.

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Apr 9

Apr 9, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC

Butterflys

In the quiet garden's heart, A sudden spark, a work of art. With wings of lace and velvet gold, A story in the sun is told. They do not speak, they do not stay, But drift upon the breath of day. From bloom to bloom, a silent flight, A flicker in the morning light. A secret kept in colors bright, Before they vanish from our sight. To find a place where shadows grow, And only soft-winged wanderers go.

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so pretty in the light but so dark on the light why so dark moon stone you use to be so light

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC

moon stone

so pretty in the light but so dark on the light why so dark moon stone you use to be so light

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Im the mother to my friends to my brother and my sister im a mother figure to everyone but my mom does not see my pain

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC

Mother

Im the mother to my friends to my brother and my sister im a mother figure to everyone but my mom does not see my pain

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oh my angel how i miss you i hate the devil she took you from everyone oh i miss you

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 4:01 PM UTC

my angel

oh my angel how i miss you i hate the devil she took you from everyone oh i miss you

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The angel happen on 11/06/2020 world's were broken,family were left mourning the angel family left crying out at the devil mother "why why" the family crys you killed the angel the weeks go by the family mouns goodbye sweet zach,see you soon

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Feb 27

Feb 27, 2026 at 10:56 AM UTC

The death of the Angel

The angel happen on 11/06/2020 world's were broken,family were left mourning the angel family left crying out at the devil mother "why why" the family crys you killed the angel the weeks go by the family mouns goodbye sweet zach,see you soon

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Poppys on my arms more poppies grow on my arms

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Feb 3

Feb 3, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC

Poppy's