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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.
Widad Apr 2
Golden dust on my fingertips, tracing circles in the air,
The night hums a secret song, whispers tangling in my hair.
You step into the candle’s glow, shadows dancing on your skin,
The world outside is fading slow—let the ritual begin.
A thread of silk around our wrists, a vow that time won’t sever,
A flame that flickers in your gaze, burning bright like a forever.
The wind carries ancient words, ones our lips don’t need to say,
With every step, we weave a spell—no force could pull away.
The incense curls, the stars hold their breath,
Two souls entwined, surrendering to death—
Of the lives we had before, the ones we leave behind,
In this sacred moment, we’re completely redefined.
Silver smoke and echoes soft, tracing patterns on your spine,
I carve my name into your soul, you etch yours into mine.
We drink the night like crimson wine, let it course through every vein,
No need to fear the fall this time—this love was built in rain.
Footsteps circling round and round, bare feet sinking in the earth,
Every heartbeat, every sigh, reborn in fire, drowned in mirth.
Hands like prayers against my skin, your voice a quiet plea,
No gods above, no past regrets—just you, the stars, and me.
The incense curls, the stars hold their breath,
Two souls entwined, surrendering to death—
Of the lives we had before, the ones we leave behind,
In this sacred moment, we’re completely redefined.
The fire dims but never dies, embers glowing in the dark,
You and I, a whispered spell, bound by every hidden mark.
Time may wane and rivers change, but this magic stays the same,
In every breath, in every step, I will always know your name.
Golden dust on my fingertips, tracing circles in the air,
The night hums a secret song, whispers tangling in my hair.
You step into the candle’s glow, shadows dancing on your skin,
The world outside is fading slow—let the ritual begin.
Father please hear me, I have something to say,
These are my words, they won’t go away.
I have longed for them to be answered, day after day,
From the time I was a little boy
To the man I am standing here today
I am burdened with your silence like a heavy weight on my chest,
Living in your shadow
I have always tried to do my best.
Through every single failure
success,
Through every single fall
I have waited for something—anything at all.
Have I ever made you proud,
Do I belong?
Am I just guessing,
Was I always in the wrong?
I have looked in your eyes, they never would tell, they never would say, now you’re leaving, about to die today, I fear they never will,  I fear you won’t even try.
Still, I am here, if you are wondering why,  my heart is torn, a son who has waited since the day he was born, for a father‘s pride, a father‘s love, anything for his father to finally be proud of, but………..
Dad it is okay, if you have no words, If you cannot say, you’re proud of your son here today, then please take my hand, don’t let this moment slip away. I will always love you
Today tomorrow and yesterday.
R.I.P Stacey Lynn Stoops(DAD)
10/28/1954~08/2023
Our relationship was complicated, but I love(d) him anyway. He was my father, and he has visited me since his passing, and made his amends. He has told me he is proud of me, and that is all that matters.
Anna Apr 2
The feeling is exciting
A thrilling feeling the first day you stop taking the pill
The pill that should prevent you from getting pregnant
A pill you have swallowed every day for years
Suddenly it is gone from your everyday routine
You want to start a family of three

Your body is shocked
Shocked by suddenly feeling itself again
Shocked by not being regulated by prescribed hormones
New types of cramps, new changes to your body, new sensations,
Suddenly being aware of your body is part of your everyday routine
You want to start a family of three

Every cycle is tracked
You want to try and find that golden fertile window
Peeing on ovulation sticks to check if the line is getting darker
Introducing transactional *** in the bedroom
Suddenly tracking your ovulation is part of your everyday routine
You want to start a family of three

You know you had *** at the right time
The two week window waiting game starts
Peeing on a pregnancy test fills you up with hope and anxiety
Trying to stay in control to protect yourself
Suddenly stocking up on pregnancy tests is part of your everyday routine
You want to start a family of three

Finally the two lines show
You have a positive result
The many previous exhausting months feels worth it
Now new symptoms and worries are introduced
Suddenly asking Doctor Google for advice is part of your everyday routine
You want to start a family of three

The 12 week scan feels far away
Each day feels like two
Getting to the first scan is now the only focus
You hope for the best but fear the worst
Suddenly checking for blood in your underwear is part of your everyday routine
You want to start a family of three

The fear is confirmed
You see the dreaded blood
Your body is back in shock and your mind quickly follows
All the dreams and hopes the two lines created disappear within a second
Suddenly feeling empty is part of your everyday routine
You want to start a family of three

Hormones, emotions and pain fills up your body
You fight to find a reasoning but know it is nature’s way
Trying to focus on the positive in a negative space
You know you succeeded once so you say to yourself the two lines will appear again
Suddenly feeling empowered to restart the process is part of your everyday routine
You want to start a family of three

Two pink lines show on the test once again
The anxiety of losing is lifted day by day
9 months pass and you are finally here
Lying in my arms, feeding from my breast, growing into your own person
Suddenly feeling grateful is part of our everyday routine
You made us a family of three
The emotions one can experience when trying to become pregnant.
rhenee rose Apr 1
I remember that light vividly
Watching peace flicker within the trees
When a crow flew by, whispered something to me

Now, basking in the mourning sun
Everything was still, inert, and calm
Yet I can sense the somber nights to come

Continued my walk while holding my breath
The bugs in the dirt can now hear me wept
It’s time for the sunrise but someone has set
A poem about that early morning in July 2023 when I learned that my grandmother had passed.
Why am i like this..?
my family hates me...
my friends couldnt give a **** about me..
my body aches..
my mind hurts..
my life is hell..
why..??
just.. why..??
my parents hurt me in more ways than one..
the people who do care... they leave...
they always leave me..
Not related to the song Why Am I Like This by orta garland.
Nemesis Mar 31
I never understood my mother.
She used to rest with a book in her hands.
She read novels about tragedies and stolen lands.
Skin-to-skin with my father

Why does she read books about fights and wars?
At her feet lived a real-life Hoplite man.
Already thinking about his phalanx plan.
How to conquer or claim forbidden lands

He never understood my mother.
Why bother with peaceful streams?
When in battle, steel swords gleam.
Crimson blood and gunshot dreams

Me on my couch with my Greek tragedies
At my heels rests my warrior, Achilles.
In his mind, he builds monasteries.
While I read about the conquered seas

I feel like my mother understood the thunder.
Whenever he had a moment with my father,
Maybe he had a glimpse of peace.
While he looked up at my mother's face
Joss Lennox Mar 31
You saw me when I was i n v i s i b l e
&
healed me until I was INVINCIBLE
for those who see us, when we don't feel seen
and hear us, when we don't feel heard.
Eme Mar 29
My drive down was peaceful
I was on my own
Independent
Free from obligations

Expectations
Fun but shallow activities
No one talks
Games are a distraction
Cooking and eating is a task in itself

Am I the elephant in the room?
Everyone has expectations
We take photos
I’m the photographer
No one listens
Everyone’s talking
I’m dismissed
“I’m like why am I taking your photos if you can’t listen to my directions?”
Everyone is already triggered
Some want it to be over with
Some want more photos
Some don’t like the poses
Some want candid shots

I’m mean. I’m rude. I escalated. I’m the one everyone blames. Because of my energy. Because of my reaction. I’m also triggered.
I tell them you all can’t look at yourselves
You want to blame me
You won’t even apologize
Even now my spouse pretends he’s the good guy
I’m the crazy one

I don’t even care for my spouse
He’s just there
He made excuses for why he wouldn’t come the other day
It comes down to my reaction
Never his own faults

He’s the one who told me not to come on the trip
The kids had to choose between him or me
This trip I planned with my sister
A trip he didn’t help pack or support me with
I packed the kids things, the food
All he did was get himself ready
I’m used to doing it all

I remember I’m the scapegoat
In the family
In my marriage
No one wants to be uncomfortable
Yet I’m the one who has to keep performing
I’m the one blamed for my reactions
I’m the one who has to apologize
Everyone deflects
Everyone is unaware
I’m so tired
Sick of this environment
I’m the one who has to say sorry
No one else will I’m sure
It’s all so tiring

I’m reflecting
I am hurt
But I know they are too
I apologize when I’m ready
I’m overwhelmed and didn’t feel supported
They tell me they love me and hug me
It’s good to know we still love each other
There’s no resentment
I am content
For this moment I will enjoy
That….
We’re at peace
We’re a family
Alongside my poem with trip
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