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He carries the weight of his family's name,
A burden shared, yet borne alone in pain,
Expectations high, a path to claim,
Fear of failure's sting, fear of success's flame.

His heart beats with the weight of others' deeds,
He takes the blame, while hiding his own needs,
A selfless soul, with emotions unspoke,
Shining dimly, in the dark of every cloak.

In silence, he seeks attention's gentle gaze,
His heart conveys the depth of his unspoken ways,
A longing for understanding, for someone to hear,
To break the chains of expectation, and wipe away his fear.

His parents' hopes, a heavy load to bear,
A weight that presses, a heart that's aware,
Of every step, every move, every choice,
A life lived under scrutiny, a constant, anxious voice.

Yet, in his silence, there's a story untold,
Of struggles faced, of battles bold,
A tale of resilience, of strength untapped,
A hero's heart, though worn and weary, still intact.

In the depths of his soul, a fire burns bright,
A flame that flickers, with every step of the night,
A desire to be seen, to be heard, to be known,
To shed the weight of expectations, and find his own way home.
To all the firstborns: Your sacrifices, your struggles, and your strength are seen. May your story be heard, and your heart be understood
"wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days"

Better Days by the Goo Goo Dolls
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Yeah yeah. Dating myself.
Some reason find myself listening to the GGD,
(A less embarrassing initialization)
Heard it a thousand times,
Classic easy listening rock.
A sweet wish, everybody knows, ain't gonna happen>
But, In my hand, a -perfecta summer day,
Steady sun, genteel sea breeze, low humidity,
The insects tolerate a shooing away, go easy and disappear,
House empty, everyone doing something and
You know where I am, tip~tapping on my iPad,
Yup, in that room, where poems are fan circulated,
And fall, freely, from the wood ceiling directly
Onto screen, my only job, to screen
The screen for typoes and other such minor inconveniences

There is no time to calculate,
No time to measure, no errors to complete that can't be undone,
And To mourn,
And the Angels have come in silently,
The day so fine, their human side,
Returns for a sun tan and the heat that heals
Burns, wounds, fissures, and even stalling
Out the growth of the bad cells our bodies
Con~tain;
They do not run nor hide,,
whispering I am too pessimistic,
And the Day will bleed into sunfall,
With colors sublime and god designed,
And if ever there was an evening
That the possibility greatest that
tonight
Everyone could be loved,
Even me,
Even you,
Even us,
The air has harmonies in the air flow,
And tonight, will be the time
When we all remember with a sly grin.
that we commence by loving oneself,
And then cell splitting,
and saliva sharing,
following tears and sweat,
and cradling arms
will entwine
Only Love Poems
Res
Zack Ripley Mar 3
Everyone who's ever lived, ever dreamed, is a gambler. You have faith that your health and your youth will still be there tomorrow, and it seems like a safe bet, so you go all in. Again and again. And you're right. You win every time. But what they say is true. The house always wins eventually. So, maybe you start to slow down. You're worried your dream has changed from a hand of blackjack to a spin of the roulette wheel. So you kneel down, and pray to lady luck for guidance. She replies "taking care of your family doesn't mean you can't keep your dream alive. You just have to make more calculated risks."
Zack Ripley Aug 2024
Everyone has limits.
It's okay if you've reached yours.
You can close any doors
you've opened.
No matter what people say,
you've got nothing to prove.
Just take life day by day, and someday, you'll find your groove.
I'm not saying it will be easy.
In fact, you'll probably
have some scars.
But if you're going to make it, it'll be because you believe in yourself and trust that you ARE enough
Àŧùl Sep 2024
To anyone and everyone,
I'm sorry.
If I ever made you cry,
I'm sorry.
If I ever made you sad,
I'm sorry.
Now I share the song of life,
Happily.
For I want to spread joy,
Happily.
My HP Poem #1982
©Atul Kaushal
Jeremy Betts Jun 2024
I try to show 'em how it's done, no one's there to hold my beer
I wonder why I really care
I know it's never gonna matter
I would bet money I don't have on the fact it'll never get better
So I never concern myself with later
After the first couple pages flipped through a calendar
You'll never find me there
Most I know will cheer
Saying, "I told you so dear"
Now everyone's a future seer
Go figure

©2024
Jeremy Betts May 2024
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What£v£r
I'm an @sshole 0ut§ide®,
¥ou are...what ¥ou are,
Life's a j@g0ff
And £veryone §u¢ks
F0r one r£asoπ
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Th£re,
That §hould just @bout c0ver !t

©2024
Jeremy Betts May 2024
Oh, you hate me?
Well don't worry
Cause see, I also hate me
More than you could ever hate me
Trust me
The line starts back there at mile marker three

"So, why do you hate you?"
Seemed like the popular thing to do
I mean, what was I supposed do, just stew?
When everyone hates you
The problem is probably you
And it's just easier to go with the crowd
Who knew?

©2024
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