A kite once soared with a wish in its tail,
To catch a great gust and ride on the gale.
But the sky was too still, not a breeze to be found,
So the kite came to rest on the soft, silent ground.

“I’ll fish for the wind!” the kite boldly declared,
With a spool and some string, it felt quite prepared.
It cast out its line to the clouds way up high,
Hoping a breeze might nibble nearby.

It waited with patience, its tail twitching light,
Under the sun and the stars through the night.
It sang windy songs in a fluttery tune,
And baited the hook with a whisper from June.

Then—tug!—went the string, the line gave a wiggle,
The kite gave a cheer and a dance and a jiggle!
Up it went flying with wild windy zest,
A breeze on the line and the sky in its chest!

Now every young kite, with a dream and a reel,
Knows fishing for wind takes patience and zeal.
For sometimes the sky gives a gust as a gift—
To those who stay grounded but still hope to lift.

On a foggy dawn, as the socks were drawn,
The toes prepared for battle.
The pinky declared, with lint in his hair,
“We’ll rattle those phalanges’ cattle!”

Big Toe led the charge with mighty arch,
And Second Toe braced his shield.
They clashed in glee on the knobby sea
Of the wrinkly battlefield.

The bunions bellowed, the corns would cry,
While calluses thickened their skins,
And nails like blades in jagged shades
Clattered with fearsome grins.

Then Little Piggy, with shrill wee-wee,
Let loose a mighty squeal:
“I’ve had enough, your stench is rough-
Our truce, let’s make it real!”

So Big Toe sighed and put down his pride,
And Second Toe did too.
The toes all hugged (though they all still bugged),
As feet so often do.

And thus it went, till the socks were spent,
And shoes enclosed their truce.
No more they’d fight in the stinky night-
They’d save it for when they’re loose.

When it ended, I cried for us,
For the love we built on fragile trust.
The dreams we shared, the moments few,
I wept for all we couldn’t do.

I cried for late-night whispered vows,
For futures lost, for broken now.
For every kiss, for every laugh,
For what we had but couldn’t last.

You cried for you, your own despair,
For burdens that were hard to bear.
Your tears fell down, not for our we,
But for the things you couldn’t see.

Two rivers flowed but never met,
One full of hope, one of regret.

You think it’s a hug until it’s not,
Until warmth fades and ties grow taut.
What starts as comfort, safe and near,
Turns into something wrapped in fear.

The arms that held now grip too tight,
The light embrace becomes a fight.
Your breath, once steady, now feels trapped,
In what was love, now twisted, snapped.

You think it’s a hug, you close your eyes,
But feel the shift beneath the guise.
The weight that’s pressed against your chest,
Is no longer soft, no longer rest.

It tightens slow, it steals the air,
A squeeze that says it’s still “I care.”
But you can’t breathe, your pulse is weak,
What once was gentle now feels bleak.

You think it’s a hug, until the bind
Turns into chains that choke your mind.
And as you struggle to break free,
You wonder when it ceased to be.

If you have to lie, then deep inside,
You already know the truth you hide.
The words you twist, the stories bend,
Can never heal, can never mend.

A shadow creeps with every tale,
A weight that grows with every veil.
The truth, once bright, is lost in gray,
Each step you take leads you away.

You know you’re wrong with every breath,
Each word you speak, a quiet death.
If truth is gone, then so are we-
A bond can’t live on false debris.

If you must lie to make it through,
Then face the truth: it’s not worth you.

A small girl in a big world, sorry as sorry can be.
Hair too thin, stupid, grin, and bruises on her knees.
She stumbles through each crowded street,
Barefoot dreams an scuffed-up feet.

Her voice is soft, her eyes unsure,
A heart too kind, a world too blurred.
She says she’s sorry just for space,
For taking up the smallest place.

Wishing she could jut belong,
But feeling every step is wrong.
Her shadow, long, her presence, slight,
She fades into the endless night.

But in her chest, a spark still burns,
A hidden strength with time to learn.
Though she’s small, the world is wide,
She’ll find her way, she’ll turn the tide.

Alice and Bob, two minds entwined,
In binary thoughts, their paths aligned.
A world of ones, a world of naught,
In two’s complement, they’re re bound, they’re caught.

Alice starts with zero’s grace,
A perfect both in time and  space.
Bob, the mirror, flips the code,
Carrying the weight of what’s been owed.

For every joy that Alice brings,
Bob subtracts with silent wings.
A balance struck in binary,
Negative turns to harmony.

They shift, they slide, in endless dance,
Each number fits, no random chance.
Where Alice adds, Bob takes away
Two’s complement keeps them in play.

Together they form what can’t be lone,
A pair that makes the circuit home.
In twos they cancel, reset, spin,
Two’s complement, where they begin.