I have a wish
to build my home
far away from Earth.
Arrange all the stars
to make my way
from Earth to Neptune,
and stay there
with Little Blue.
Write little poems
and send them back to Earth
in the hands of meteors.
I have a wish.
I have
a little wish...
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:02 PM UTC
Is that the sound of breaching?
The air heats up the mind
trapped faceless screaming,
with pressure growing
claustrophobic breathing.
Surface rising past break-even
and the ferry is leaving.
Deeper into the foray,
the gates sealing.
Panic beyond return—
still reeling.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:02 PM UTC
Brighter than the blinding flares of the sun, shimmering outward with power of thousands of stars
yet comforting
yet soft.
Filled with oceans crashing and wild, turning over ships, rushing under a powerful storm.
yet still
yet calm.
Filled with wonder and curiosity, yearning for the unknown, desperate for enlightenment
yet wise
yet content.
Eyes so wide, so deep, filled with delicate roses, the power of mighty warriors, elegant as the flowing dress of Venus, filled with souls of thousands, with passion, with yearning, with desire.
Filled with beauty
Filled with you.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:01 PM UTC
I need to see them.
I need to see them in your eyes,
All the stars
And all the satellites,
All those sparkling miracles,
All those tiny shines.
All those memories
And all those sparks.
All those moments in your life
When you thought
Of reaching out.
I need the planets,
The moons, the suns, the dwarfs,
All the mindless gaps.
I need the nebulas
To form around your eyes,
I need the black holes
To get lost in your mind.
All the graceful galaxies,
Far away and hidden,
I need to see
The future in them.
I need the noises,
That no one hears,
I need to feel your eyes on me.
I need to see you
Written in the stars,
I need to feel you
Molding through the dust.
I need to feel the galaxy
Reaching out for me,
Holding out its palms
And giving you to me.
2026.02.02
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:01 PM UTC
Tears Without Guilt
In the stillness of that fateful day,
heroes were called away.
We flinched, but marched on,
feeling the void…
where they lay.
Their presence lives on, it seems,
nestled within hearts they've known.
Listen closely—
to their whispers lingering,
even when the world feels alone.
Stand tall, without guilt;
allow your tears to flow.
For their love in you has grown,
and through your strength,
their spirit carries on.
The Weight We Carry
We never paused
to shed a tear for the fallen—
oh, the pain!
Names and resting places blur,
lost in this endless, sorrowful rain.
Perhaps…
it's better this way.
They've earned their peaceful rest.
And yet, to the battlefield we return,
our courage tested,
our hearts carrying the weight
again and again.
Presence of the Fallen
Lifeless we lay
on the crimson earth,
silence our only shroud.
People came,
took us away,
their pleas for peace cried aloud.
Our presence lives on, it seems,
in those who bore us away.
Their cries—
a testament to the price
we chose to pay.
Where Silence Speaks
Our bodies piled,
our spirits ascended,
reaching for the sky.
Buried together,
side by side,
under stones that signify.
Our presence lives on, it seems,
in you,
my love, and friends.
Be brave…
allow your tears to flow.
Our love in you transcends.
Voices in the Void
Tomorrow’s dawn
brings another’s end,
the void grows ever wide.
The thin khaki line deepens,
as more men join the tide.
Their presence lives on, it seems,
within hearts they’ve known.
Stand tall…
allow your tears to flow.
Their memories—
forever your own.
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
One day, let's go against the current—let's be different.
Let's break this silence and find our words again.
The world is bound by its rules and laws,a cage of its own design,
So let's deny them all,
And free ourselves from the relentless clamor of everyday life.
One dawn, let's wake and be transformed.
The world won't stop if we rise late,it's true,
But we take too long to shed our rigidity.
And in that time,how many innocent children lose their homes!
How many young hearts surrender their hope,
How many fresh lives are wasted,needlessly!
Perhaps we lack the power to change it all,
Perhaps we have little to give.
But instead of enduring in silence,
Let us choose to be different.
Let us choose to despise the beast in our world,
And let us learn,fiercely, to love again.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
In the beaches and the trees
Of my little scene,
The ice has started melting;
And I have you to thank.
As long as it isn’t just a thawing
From which winter will creep back.
I want to hold you
And walk you through the valleys of frozen trees,
As long as you’ll let me.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC