I used the pain you gave me, built a trampoline,
Now I bounce back higher than before with each fall,
No longer confined to the depths of sorrow within
I found a propulsion, with every end now I begin.

Your hurt, once heavy, now launches me high,
I rise above the wounds, embracing the sky.
The trampoline of pain, a transformative art,
Turning anguish into a launching pad for my heart.

I've harnessed the power to rise and stay.
With each rebound, I gather strength to reclaim,
The light that was dimmed, now shines with a flame
The malady was a remedy or so I can say.

So, thank you for the pain, though it once brought me low,
I learnt the beauty of a fall is to rise, to flourish and to grow.

There are creatures that crawl through veins,
Unseen, yet felt, like ethereal chains.
They slither and coil, with secrets untold,
They blow hot and they blow cold.

They creep in the shadows, elusive and sly,
Their presence unseen to the naked eye.
Mysterious things, their essence profound,
Leaving traces of slime as they slither around.

In the stillness of the night, their whispers arise,
tormenting the wakeful, igniting wild cries.
They walk with dread, hidden and deep,
awakening monsters locked up in magic’s keep.

These creatures and monsters when set free,
Feed on terror, death brings them glee.
They gobble in the night, unheard of in the day
Embrace their whispers, they’ll ****** your soul away,

Father used to say, grow up, you will see,
Live long enough and your wisdom will decree.
You will distinguish what's real, from the shams and the fake,
Maturity shall guide you through decisions you'll make.

With time, you'll comprehend, his words were true,
Storms will reveal who'll support you through.
The enchantment of kindness, not mere illusion,
Its magic will nurture you, with a gentle infusion.

Through the passage of years, unveiled shall be,
Life's allure, its essence you'll perceive with glee.
A wand may not wield it, but kindness indeed,
An enchanting power, fulfilling every need.

In the midst of life's chaos, a hand will hold,
Providing solace, reassuring and bold.
The storms shall pass, and right in their wake,
will stand the truest of friendships, their bond won't break.

So when you grow up, my dear, listen to time very well
that's how you'll tell the poisoned chalice from the holy grail .

Her mother lied, spun the horror of reality into a beautiful tale,
Of perfection and grandeur, painted calm from storm and hail
She always whispered, "My princess, you're beyond compare,
With a big heart like yours, love will always be there."

But lies dripped from her lips, painting a mirage,
A portrait of non existent affection, like a flickering collage.
She claimed that men would **** for eyes that bright,
While truth hid beneath the surface shrouded in night.

Her mother lied that men would scramble for the warmth in her arms,
that her smooth and silky hair carried with it fairy charms
She blinded her to the grotesque of reality she had seen
and masked her from the sweet stench of where she had been

Her mother told her that hips like hers made men want to stay
that the man for her wouldn't show up just for a roll in the hay
her mother showed her how ugly she looked with a frown
that her smile was for a queen, and she should never let go of that crown...

the only truth her mother told her was to forever be down to earth
and to never ever let anything or anyone undervalue her worth
for whatever life would turn out to be years later
She would always remain her mother's daughter....

Sometimes stars compete in the night's grand stage,
Each twinkling light vying for an admiring gaze.
They shimmer and sparkle, in cosmic display,
A universal dance in their own vibrant way.

The aurora, some call it, the birth of an enchanting northern light
for as much as each star in the sky has its own splendid blend,
each shines magnificently, uniquely adorning the night
so together a spectrum of hope does upon us descend

The vast expanse above is a ***** canvas of dreams,
Where the stars hold a paintbrush, bursting with beams.
With radiant hues, they weave a celestial tale,
a twinkle of whispers, an ambient flap of a viking sail.

In this prismatic play, their rivalry inspires and ignites,
as they compete, pushing each other to astounding heights.

When love finds you, may you discover a home in their embrace,
May the longing to share your day be met with genuine grace.
May their voice become a soothing melody, calming your soul,
And may they become the better half making you whole.

May yours be an album of cherished moments, building memories to last,
May their touch ignite passion in you, an eternal flame cast.
May their smile be a beacon of light, perpetually guiding your way,
And may you find solace in their understanding, day by day.

Through life's twists and turns, may you navigate hand in hand,
With them as your rock, the hardest of storms withstand.
May your magical bond chain your hearts even when Oceans apart,
And may your love story be a timeless masterpiece of art.

When love finds you, may it be ocean deep and never cease
And may it bear the sweet symphonies of the seas…

He knelt and begged her not to leave, not again
his salary, elusive and causing unbearable strain
He pondered all the patience and the pain
Enduring hardships, hoping for financial gain

When was he going to learn, he wondered aloud,
That salary's fickle and loose not to mention proud
Still he pleaded, "Stay with me, be my loyal friend"
"This time I'll budget and save, let this menacing cycle end"

But salary whispered in a cold, distant tone
"I'll come and go as I please, you'll barely notice that I am gone"
Yet he clung to her, with a desperate plea
Begging, "salary, please don't abandon me."