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sena Apr 2
mom
in the kitchen, she moves like a storm
quiet, yet loud in her own way
her footsteps so loud and abrupt
she does as she pleases
leaving crumbs in her wake
clattering pots and pans
shes allowed to leave clothes on the floor
to take up space
to growl at the sky when the sun doesnt shine right
and we-
we are just the air around her
invisible unless needed
her mood dictates the mood of our home
we move hoping not to disturb her
for it will shape our breath
define our hours
make or break the day before its even begun
we smile while the tears form in our eyes
we hold still when we want to break
we tear ourselves apart to fit the form of her needs
shaping our lives to her wants
until we forget the shape of who we are
this poem is about my mom (obviously) and how I feel my siblings and I bend to her will at home, but she does it in such a dictating way, no warmth , no thank you's , as if we were born to serve her in a way.
  Apr 1 sena
Mina
πšˆπšŽπšŠπš‘ 𝙸 πšŠπš–, πš πš‘πšŠπš'𝚜 πš—πšŽπš .
πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πš–πšŽ πš’πš'𝚜 πšπš’πšπšπšŽπš›πšŽπš—πš, πš’πš'𝚜 πš‘πš˜πš  πšπš’πš–πšŽ πšπš•πšŽπš .
πš†πš’πš•πš• 𝙸 𝚊𝚐𝚎 πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 πšŠπš—πš πš πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš› πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš‘πšŠπšœ πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ πšπš˜πš—πšŽ.
πš†πš’πš•πš• πš’ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš’πš πš˜πš•πš, πš†πš’πš•πš• πš’ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš–πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš˜πš—.
π™Ύπš•πš πš™πšŽπš˜πš™πš•πšŽ πšœπšŒπšŠπš›πšŽ πš–πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšŠπšπšŸπš’πšŒπšŽ.
πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πšŽ πšπšŽπšŽπš• πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝙸'πš– πš™πš•πšŠπš’πš’πš—πš πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš’πšŒπšŽ.
π™½πš˜πš  𝙸'πš– πšƒπš˜πš˜ πšœπšŒπšŠπš›πšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšŽπš—πš“πš˜πš’ πš’πš πšŠπš—πš πš›πš˜πšžπš.
π™±πšžπš 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš—'𝚝 πš‘πšŽπš•πš™ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŽπšŽπš•πš’πš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’πšœπšœπš’πš—πš 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ say πš’πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πš’s πšπš•πšŽπšŽπšπš’πš—πš, πš’πšŽπšŠπš‘ πš—πš˜ πšœπš‘πš’πš.
𝙸 πšπšŽπš•πš πš’πš 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚒 πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ πš’ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πšŒπš˜πš–πš–πš’πš.
πš†πš’πš•πš• πš’ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš•πš˜πš˜πš” πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” πšŠπš—πš 𝚜𝚊𝚒 "πšƒπš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš–πš’πš—πšŽ"
π™Ύπš› πš“πšžπšœπš πš πšŠπšπšŒπš‘ πšπš›πš˜πš– 𝚊 πšπš’πšœπšπšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚊𝚜 πš’ πš›πšžπš— 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 πšπš’πš–πšŽ
I have a full beard at 16
  Apr 1 sena
Daniel Tucker
So many things that
Words can never say
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β€’
Too many words that
Just get in the way
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β€’
Β© 2025 Daniel I. Tucker
sena Apr 1
today i turned 17
another year onto my life
another candle on the cake;
closer to being an adult
or
closer to my death
my perception of aging has always been obscured
unsurety fills me not knowing what lies ahead
but i no longer want to live "unsure"
im determined to live this last year of being adult-free ;
with no worries, no doubts
to live surely in everything i do
ill update again in 365 days.
i want to be 16 forever
sena Mar 10
i stay in the shadows, cast by lovers
while i watch them love in the light
i hear their laughter
their hearts entwined
as i sit alone...
my dream confined
i see their gestures
their tender gaze
a symphony of sweet arrays
yet here i stand
a silent guest
in longings ache, i find no rest,.
im told about the joy love brings
the way it flourishes throughout the soul
the intimacy it brings between two people
forΒ Β true love is my goal

i crave the warmth of real connection
a bond with only the purest affection
i wonder if im built to share
this heart that blooms
this heart laid bare.
i just want to be in love.
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