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Jeremy Betts May 27
How does one break free of the cage that they themselves are?
When do you become something other than the accumulation of yet another scar?
I am me, but who am I,
Not to the world but simply to myself?
Why is everyone else's
Description of who I am just a laundry list
Of obvious and subconscious
Cracks in my mental health?
What could I tell a younger me
That would change the reality of his destiny?
He would have to see all I had to see
But without tragedy would I even recognize me?

©2025
Prosper Yole May 26
Was frustrated, so decides to take a high
A pill that many said could ****
Not scared of death cos I thought it was worth
Thoughts that came in, when I lied

Life was fun when I have the dreams
Of wonderland that never ends
Nor shadows cast; with mints and means
Yet, someone tried to take my life

A half-filled cup I left behind
The remnant down, the poison skipped
As unaware as I could ever be
Fate somehow works to keeps me safe

I wish this was a song of praise
An adoration of one's immunity
But while I can't deny the rave
I pray our fate's not less the same

If for nothing, make I explain
We have those dreams that never gape
Yet not so many declare the same
My pray' your dreams will never fade
Fate, immortality, prayer, preservation
Zhanara May 25
Don’t throw the stone to your destiny!
Just smile to your destiny
Author: Zhanar
25.05.2025
Get Lost in the World,
of your own Imaginations,
Your minds is so full of,
Motivation and Creations!!

In your own World,
You can do what you want to do,
Your Aspirations and your Desires,
They All Begin within You!!

Create a World, that is
Far away from Reality,
Living within that moment, of pure Fantasy,
Let it be your goal, of pure Destiny!!

You are the mastermind, and
just let it flow out Naturally,
Once it is Accomplished,
it will turn out so Magically!!

Escape from the World,
of Hate and of Calamity,
Be one with your Utopia, of
Calmness and Tranquility!!

Just within your own Peace,
IN YOUR OWN WORLD,
OF PURE SERENITY!!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/24/2025
Sometimes, you just need to escape it all, and go to your Happy Place!!!
Cadmus May 24
🦅

Fly,
fierce child,
into the ruthless blue;

Let winds unmake you,
they will make you true.

The sky is cruel
but it remembers one:

The heart that dares to burn
brighter than the sun.

☀️
This poem is a brief invocation of courage, a metaphorical push from the ledge, urging the bold spirit to embrace risk, transformation, and pain as rites of passage. The “ruthless blue” is not only the sky but the vast unknown, the unforgiving realm of truth and transcendence. Only by allowing oneself to be “unmade” by elemental forces can the self be reforged into something authentic and luminous.
Glowing far beneath a band of burning crystal,
He drifted through silence, heartbroken and distal—
A whisper of frost left behind by trailing light,
As the comet passed far above in endless night.

He sang to distant suns, though they raised no refrain;
His voice, just a glimmer beneath the comet’s train.
No orbit, no axis, in his celestial drift—
Just the chill of pale starlight, too distant to shift.

Yet, far on the curve of the comet’s silver flare,
She wandered through silence, though as yet unaware—
A shimmer in motion and untouched by regret,
Her path not his own, though it had not diverged yet.

Though light-years apart in their transcendent array,
A trace of astral longing had altered her way,
Their paths, though still distant, were to cross in the night,
Beneath the comet, passing by in stellar flight.
©️2025 David Cornetta

From my debut collection—If Saturn Should Fall— now available!
Cheyenne Apr 25
Some people are just born to fight,
I think.

...

It's not that they're born brave,
Nor that they're born strong.
But that the universe has decided that this one,
This being will have grit
And fire
And steel in their blood.

And it shall be tested,
This cosmic mettle of theirs.
They'll face trial after trial,
be broken and damaged in countless ways.

But this one was born to fight.
Maybe it's not the life they would have chosen,
For maybe they'd love to lay down their arms.

Yet they were born to fight
For the weak.
It's what they know.
It's what they do best.
It's all they can do.
Stella May 21
I’ve died so many quiet deaths—
shedding selves that were never wrong,
just no longer true.

Each one carried me
as far as it could
before laying itself down
so I could rise.

Now that I’ve found healing,
I see it was always there—
a quiet knowing,
guiding me forward
through the dark.

But now I wonder—
was it the knowing that shaped the path,
or the path that shaped the knowing?
Did I become who I was meant to be,
or did I simply arrive
where I’d always been?
Sometimes I feel
like I have so much to say to you
but you're not in my life yet.

I trust one day
you'll hear my words
not with your ears
but in your mind
and find your way to me
not by accident
but by the design
of the Causer of Causes.

When that day comes
I won't need words
I'll just hold you so tight
you'll hear every unspoken thought
through the silence
of my heartbeat.
Hello Daisies May 17
Lately I've been thinking
I've been dying and rotting
and doubting
it all
only knowing the fall
waiting for the plummet

I've begin to question
fate
I've begin to question
life
I've started to ask
why
and doubt in any god above

But right now
when I turn back around
I remember love
You and I have always fit
like a glove
We were two stars from the start
we started to fall
until we ended it all
like a comet hitting the earth
an explosion that couldn't have hurt worse
yet here we are
once more
here you are
at my door

I wasn't sure
yet I knew
You and I
are always true
All the clues
All the signs
The destiny
in our eyes
it truly binds

So as I let a tear fall
remembering it all
the rise and fall
and rise again
I wonder my dear old friend
How can I ever begin to question fate?
Question love and destiny?
When life has blessed me
and you
so heavenly

I sensed it
I saw it
in the snow
in the leaves
in the cold dewy breeze
you and me
a string of destiny
Do you feel it?
it's meant to be
Bananas and gorillas
noodles and oodles
96 and Brian
your shoulder to cry on
Laughter and hope
adventure and road trips
nothing could ever loosen this grip

Grand theft auto
and the prom
The way you know my mom
The stars at Findley
Life has giving me plenty
to see
looking up at you
at the gas station parking lot
in my heart I remember
In my heart
In my soul
I knew
It's me and you
and nothing can undo
or break
the connection
the string
our destiny
together

I can feel it in every weather
You and I
in a castle
in the middle of the road
You and I
are what keeps me getting by
and remembering

Life is dark
life is gloom
but destiny is real
and fate is too
God has spoken
and God has given
a wonderful gift
of
Me and you
I haven't wrote in forever so this may be...terrible bahah
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