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Stop Complaining,
Stop Contemplating,
There is no worrying,
Leave behind Discouraging,
Everything will be Alright,
if you would just let go
of the frustrations, and
Go and fly a Kite,
It will be quite a sight,
It will bring to you Delight,
As the Kite soars,
in the Beaitiful sunlight,
Up, up, and  away,
As the Kite reaches it plight,
What a Beautiful day,
as the sun Shines Bright,
So, why don't you go out, and
JUST FLY YOU A KITE!!!


B.R.
Date: 7/12/2025
This wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the walls
These words deserve to be seen
This knowledge should not be ignored.
These skies aren't just falling
They're spreading wide apart
To let us all inside
Into the universe's heart
The ocean is the place
To be and sea is paradise
Whenever hearts are aching
The water calms the mind

Where the sun sets brighten the landscape
New ideas take a different shape
And as the moon smiles down on us
We're simply here on our soul vacation
The wind is howling-helping us
To sail across the ocean-atmosphere
Where far is close
And the horizon's near
We eat and drink
We dream, we film
We sing in silence to ourselves
We're one with beautiful sun rays

As I am letting go,
Floating, finding words,
Coming from the heart
Of this country's evening ride
We're simply carrying on
In waves of love
It has so many faces
As well as phases
Always enough
For all of us
If we look closer
And we trust.
This piece emerged on an evening ride through Portugal where I was on holiday this May.
A Poem is a Soul

Give them a voice
For they all want to hear
But I could only fear
What if the voice is not fair
Then the voice will vanish
Vanish to thin air
Let it crumble
For those who hear
Let them hear
For they have ears

The voice is my Poem
Don't let it fall
Because your view is all
Let your expectations be tall
Read and learn
So that I can earn
If my hardwork is not enough
What does it make it then?

A voice for a lawyer is words
For a doctor is knowledge
For the people is a story
But for a writer is a Soul
A drop of an ink
His what make a soul sink
For a reader to feel the link
Don't make my sadness leak
Take my voice to the farthest seas

I want to be heard
So I could see many heads
I don't want fame
I just want to make a name
They ask me what trigger a writer
It is a story
That which they live in
And that which I am living in

In my story
They gave me silence  
When I begged for sound
They gave me crumbs  
When I was bleeding for bread  
So I learned to write  
With the ink of my own suffering
Now they all listen
Now they all want a poem

I will show you a poem
A Poem that is me
For the voice is me
And I will let it be
A voice is not something we see
But something we feel
A Poem is a sea
As deep as a eye can't see

They say am wasting
But my time is waiting
A day I will show them
That I am winning
I will be living
They will be seeing
For I am the sky
That show where their regret lies
I want this poem to not only be known but to also be inspiring to other poets out there. I am not alone and I want others to know the struggle of other poets
Zack Ripley Jun 29
There will always be reasons to quit. Sometimes, your body may even reward you for it.
"Quit starving yourself. Look at you.
You're miserable. Help me help you.
Just one smoke. Just one drink. And that's it. No more headaches. No more shakes.
You'll feel like you can think clearly again."
And your body's right. You will feel better. Because change can be painful.
Especially if you're trying to do it alone.
But the saying is true.
If you can push through the pain,
your body will be grateful eventually. And you will gain a new lease on life.
eliana Jun 18
If you must go, then go for a while
Remember that first step is a hard traveled mile.

To learn what lessons life has in store,
You must be willing to open each door.

Don't be afraid to experience something new
For each experience will be a benefit to you.

Never live your life in the past
Enjoy every day as if it were your last

Mistakes you will make along the way
Learn from them, and you'll be okay

Set your goals high and strive for them
As long as you try, you'll never be condemned

Be kind and respect the people you meet
For they may be the ones to make life complete

Be sincere in everything you do
And treat others as you wish they would you

Whatever you do, make sure you're content
For the last thing you want is something to resent

So if you must go, then go for a while
And when you return, return with a smile.
I have had a  rough life of lot of negativity... but I am trying not to circle myself around people or things that bring me down anymore. With each new day that passes, I'm slowly learning how to let go and let God handle it.
Some People
Today
have a
Circle of Friends,
with a
Tight-knit bond,
a Friendship
that never ends,
just to hang out a bit,
to spend
a night on the town,
A Circle of Friends,
a Good feeling to be around,
Your Friends, Associates,
Compadres, and your pals,
just to catch
up with them,
and to socialize
for a while!!!
A small
circle of friends
would do
you some good,
keep your
circle of friends
small, and
as best as you could!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 6/6/2025
afrota Jun 2
You are not a product,
nor is your work.
If you are to be consumed,
let it be by your own hunger
to be who you are.

The soul’s inaction
is the price we pay
for failing to nourish
our own blooming —
even beneath sunlight,
seeds remain,
never a garden.
Parisha May 26
Once a day, thoughts of QUITTING,
It was ages before or is it just me who aged?
Hearing whispers—
"Oh girl! Don't overthink, you're just a child."
But... how did this girl learnt to feel this way?

Back in days, this messy, inactive Angel…
She made mistakes and advancements at the same time.
Following her years with Covid-19,
Grew an ache of anger with a belief that—
The world was completely against her.

Then that day, when tears fell…
Wait—were those the thoughts of the overthinker me again?
And that was the time I recognised
Myself, with numerous talents to shine.

Today, an orator, poet, painter—she transformed.
But never gained the courage to own the title of best person.
She changed me, my young self, but…
Why is it me writing all these things as a memory of guilt again?
Maybe… it’s just me who aged—
Not my guilt.

-Parisha
Something you can guess i think... Well, it's about me if anyone's wondering
afrota May 10
Forever, my little one.
From my most sincere love,
I long to give you the world —
my greatest privilege
is to witness your becoming
a woman like no other.

From the seeds I once gathered,
a garden of possibilities
shall bloom within you.
In a soil rich with courage,
where once there were thorns,
flowers will blossom,
bringing color to the lives
of all around you.

Along your path,
wisdom will be your guide.
You will not repeat my stumbles.
With no illusions or masks,
you will brave the snares of life,
and grow even greater.
Believe this:
greatness awaits you.

I see my reflection in your eyes:
stronger, more assured,
eternal in your humility and grace.
In your smile, I lose myself,
only to find you once again.

I will always be by your side,
to comfort you in uncertainty.
We will laugh together —
from the simplest joys
to the necessary trials,
already overcome
by the courage
of the brave one within you.
And we will celebrate
every one of your victories —
forever,
one soul, together.
afrota May 10
Do not rewrite the past.
No hand can erase
what time has carved
in wounded skin.

Let your oldest notebook
inscribe the first line
of a new tale —
written in fresh tears
and the sweat
of becoming
a future still unfolding.
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