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The tide relentlessly steals from the shoreline,
Leaving me here, sun-dried with Eden’s vines,
Yearning for a day when I’ll be called into the ether,
Deeper into the abyss of my own death,
A tombstone for my ego.

The tide repeats,
Tearing into the sands and erasing the tracks that led me back to this home,
Destined to collapse like a lung when truth punctured like a spear,
Deflating my dreams in a sigh that echoes across the horizons.
I drown in shallow waters,
Floating face down,
searching for my ego.

Deeper I fall into sacred waters,
Shrouded in darker blues that color me in nothingness,
Allowing me to start over.
Bioluminescent coral leads me to a corridor I’ll spiral into,
Bathing infinitely in my own shadows,
Halting eclipses while redefining my ego.

Love could have been a salve,
A life raft to lift me from this hell,
A distraction if only you knew me well.
But I can’t control myself,
Lost in a night loop,
Playing the same songs,
Caught on this **** raft,
Tied like a martyr until the tide comes and it takes what it wants.

Further down in the depths,
Sacred lullabies sing me off.
I only wanted to save you from yourself,
But as the sleep washes over,
I’ll search forever in my dreams.
Ever feel like you’re drowning?
I’ll love you from here,
While you go about your day.
You may not want this—
And really, that’s okay.

I hope you find the love you deserve,
One that never makes you feel anxious,
A love you don’t have to earn.

I hope they come healed,
With no mess to clean.
I hope it’s better
Than even you’ve dreamed.

I hope they take one look at you
And know they can’t be mean.

I’ll love you from here
And hope sometimes you feel me—
Because it was all real,
And I’ll never forget the feeling.
I'll close the door because I can't handle the draft, but I hope you know there's a key under the mat
I swim endless in despair
So that I do not drown in it.
I breathe only to breathe.

I am suspended in sunlight with no warmth.
I am surrounded by notes that make no melody.
I fumble, falter, fail.

Heavy as a raindrop whose cold
Penetrates deeply into loneliness
Is the air, the light, the lingering.

I forget too much.
I remember too much.
I am too much, and not enough.

A shallow pool is that in which we swim
A void wants only to be filled.
Misery takes us all.
Heavy handed, for certain. But not fresh.
Carng never an issue
Kindness,wear it on my sleeve
Have had enough of Private Bone Spurs and his cast of very unfortunate characters
Trying to live in a positive light in a wotld that needs improvement,joy,and laughter
That said,had enough and will contribute to making a difference in a world I don't recognize at this.moment
No military parades for a guilty and pathetic wanna be ruler
Haven't got time for this charade and the past is over
Enough
Dad, your my strength
In so many ways
Your love
As bright as stars
They light the way
You use your strength to guide me
When I fall
Far away
Your my hero dad
More than words could say
All you’ve done
You’ve worked
So hard
To put food on the table
And to offer us safety
When we lost ours
You’ve offered your strength
You’ve offered your love
You’ve offered your heart
And your kindness
That shines through
Like a dove
Your hearts so big
To carry this much
But I can’t be more thankful
As your always there
Even when we can’t be in touch
I love you dad
More than words can say
Your my hero
No matter when my fails get in the way
I love you
To the moon and back
Past the stars
Love surpasses that
Especially ours
Only my dad- p2
——————

Only my dad
Comes home at night
Tiredness strewn
Bout his face
Exhaustion
Sunken in his eyes
But still it barely leaves a trace
He smiles
And chuckles
At all the accomplishments
Of that day
While venting
About the work
That took him all
Day
Then comforts and guides
On the struggles
That unfold
He’s strong
He’s brave
His love like no other
His role as father
Guides once again
As life throws turns
No one foretold
His mind
And words comforting
And bold
His love
Like a dove
Guiding a path
Along a rode
Of danger
When we lost the map.
Only my dad
Whose mind
Goes beyond
Only my dad
Who’s fearlessness Is strong
Only my dad
Who constantly loves
Beyond words
I love you dad more than you could know
Actually…more than that…
I love you to infinity and beyond
From head to toe
My angel, my mom  
The one I always trust
I only want you to know
That in strife, to you, I always go
The part of my heart
The part of my soul
That keeps me from crumbling
Into my own hole
My supporter, my strength
The one who gives love, and faith
The one with hope in her eyes
That shines so bright
It fills me inside And out
The hugger
The singer
The one who no matter what,
Joins my road
I trust you with my life,
You make me whole
It’s true,
Dear mom,
You make me believe
I can do anything in this world
No matter how strong
Or how big
You are my heart
You are my light
No matter how big the tunnel
You guide me through
With that light I always see
And hold me close
When I’m in strife some more
I love you mom
More than words could say,
This poems for you
Because I want to say
I love you
To infinity..and beyond. (+10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000)
:)
That Toothpick was like an emoji

What became of the elderly man who habitually lingered outside the pub, a toothpick perpetually perched between his lips?
I often pondered the significance of that toothpick—it seemed to serve as a silent emblem, a mysterious token of his unspoken thoughts.

As children, we absorb the world around us, processing our myriad experiences as we grow. When we reach adulthood, we find ourselves striving to unravel the complexities of those early moments.

I’ve always been captivated by the habits of grandmothers, particularly the way many would discreetly tuck their money beneath the layers of their skirts. I can still picture her, clutching her cherished apron, its fabric soft and faded, evidence of countless meals prepared with love. Even when we navigated the lively streets of the city, that apron was her unwavering companion.

Now, reflecting on those customs I once found peculiar, I recognize how the toothpick and the hidden money represented their ways of coping with life’s myriad challenges. The old man who so often graced the pub’s entrance has since passed, joining countless others who have left us. We gathered to honor their lives, sharing fond memories and kind words at their funerals.

Yet for me, the echoes of their lifestyles continue to resonate, capturing fleeting moments of nostalgia that refuse to fade away.
When I was young
I went to school
The library was like home
I’d sit in the chairs
Staring at them all
with curiosity in my eyes
“I would like to read this book!”
I’d call
She’d grab it for me
And check it out
The librarians
Already knew me by heart
She’d say
“Those books are very advanced!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I'm sure!” I’d reply
Going to sit down
I’d get very cosy
And start reading aloud
The librarian was surprised
By the level I could read
I wasn’t though
The books were very fascinating to me
In elementary school I read middle school books
I was always one grade ahead
No matter what the library’s been my happy place
Books to me
They come to life
They jump out the pages
And speak to me
This library was my first adventure
And always will be
Where my future was unlocked
I’m an author know
With many books and poems
All thanks to the library
Which I called home
I can’t seem to take a breath
Just can’t seem to breath
Just can’t seem to find a moment
Where I can think about..
Me
Can’t seem to find a path
That accepts me for me
I can’t seem to take a breath
And I can’t seem to find what I need
To live
To breath
To thrive
To achieve
To love
To laugh
To fight
This path
Those red eyes
That knife
That stabs me
In the back
Through my heart
Into my soul
Up my head
Down my throat
Pulling everything out
Breaking me down
Can’t seem to breath
At all right now
With everything that’s going on
I just keep trying to push strong

“But you can’t” he shames

“YEAH I CAN” i say

“You’ll just fail” he mocks

“NO I WON'T” I pray

“Your not worthy” he demands

“YOU KEEP HURTING ME EVERYDAY”  

you’ll never be enough” he mimics

“STOP“ i yell

“You never be great”

“PLEASE” i scream

“you’ll never be safe”

“HAVE MERCY ON ME”

“YOU DON'T DESERVE LOVE” he bellows

“STOPPPPPP” I whimper

“ILL CONTROL YOU FOREVER” He roars

“NOOOOOOOOOOO” i say

“YOUR MINE FOREVER, THERE'S NO ESCAPE, YOU'RE MY HOSTAGE, I'M THE ONE INCHARGE! IM THE ONE IN THIS CAPE!!!” He howls

I need to find my power
i need to escape this pain
I need mercy
On myself
I need someone else
To take away some of my pain
I feel like I’m not enough
Every single day
Someone please help me
I can’t seem to take a breath
I can’t seem to breath
Right now
Will you help me
….escape?
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