Differences are important and what makes life worth living
A cookie-cutter existence with everything and everyone the same besides being mundane and boring is useless
The balance was cut off by being defined as red or blue in our thinking
Change and progress moving forward is the very best direction we can provide ourselves with
Learn from History but leave it in the past with your memories
The word woke makes me what to croak
If you want to live in another time and place in the past good for you
What makes us better is moving in the right direction and that is forward

C@rainbowchaser2023

Thunder covers the
sound of me whimpering into my pillow.
The earth is crying too.

but for the span of this
     /rolling/
        fall : we
may yet

shuffle.away
at the end
     of

      i
      t



p e t a l - s c u f f e d ,
yet
s t e m - s u r v i v e d .

My soul spoke to me but I didn't write
I didn't cos I felt the time wasn't right
When I was ready, I couldn't write
Cos I couldn't remember what I was told to write

What a loss

Heart of gold
To selfless
To keep the riches to myself
Voluntarily shared the wealth
But most were taking in the form of theft
I use to be filled to the brim
Gold coins overflowing out of the chest
Now when I look inside it
There’s hardly any left
I felt each piece that was taken
Never to be returned
Maybe I should shut the lid
But that’s a lesson I haven’t learned
My heart is to big not to share
So the lid stays open
Even if there’s a risk another gold piece may be stolen

Some child of mine
Or one of their children
Has left a cup of dirt
With a sprout 🌱
Now, I am the keeper of the sprout
Which needs a bigger cup
It’s looking unhealthy
Bigger cup acquired
Lots of attention
I dapple water to simulate rain
And even bring it to sit outside in the air and the sun
The sprout is happy
It got left with me

Not a single person has ever fought for me to say in their life
Yet I go to war for all of you
And once the battlefield
Has quiet down
Still you’re gone

The result of being loved wrong
Made me feel superficial
Betrayed by to many Lois Lanes
Turned my heart super cynical
The realization I wasn’t made of steel
Small cuts stretched until they become wounds
Seems I’ve lost my super healing
Tried to find strength in others
Instead of the sun
But no one ever ask how I’m feeling
I use to try to be the difference
But now it’s more like forget it
I’m finished
Can’t you tell by the cape that’s been torn