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R Spade 26m
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
We've become friends overtime,
I tell her about the bottles and beer cans,
so lost I forget about the aches and pains.

She knows it's bad when I'm quiet.
I sit with the dark and listen to my sobs echo,
the rain can't drown out my thoughts.
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.

Sometimes I go weeks without seeing her,
my identity drifts softly away with the tide.
Confused, I am too weak to find ground,
maybe it's best I cannot be saved.

The water leads me to my friend,
I shiver yet I cannot feel the cold.
She tells me that she's here for me,
the crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
maria 5d
somewhere in the black,
my hand is outreached,
searching in that darkness.
pulling out one by one,
an item from my secret drawer.
i’m not sure what i’m looking for,
but i know when i feel it—
its smooth edges or distinct texture—
i’ll know that i found it.
i found it once,
so i know i’ll recognize it,
but the truth is,
i’m not sure if it’s still there.
did i return it to its place?
should i turn on the light?
i’m afraid that seeing all its contents
might distract me from my goal.
you helped me find it once,
but now, i don’t have you.
i’m on my own, all alone,
to again find my missing peace.
i don't have
the time

(don't have
the time)

for this
internal
fight.

i say i've
got hope

but i let
it take over
me tonight.

what a tragic
mess,

a cacophony
of internal
sounds

spinning from a
broken record

filled to the
brim with
regrets.

if this isn't
a test,

my strength is
enduring,

and i will
make the best
of this.

i said i was
lost,

but my soul is
unwavering

and
because of you
by my side,

life is a little
easier

to manage
and survive

and that's
enough for
now.
A sequel to my poem “LOST.”

This piece reflects the quiet strength that comes after the breakdown—the moment when hope returns, not loudly, but with enough presence to hold on.
Burning against rays of cool winds
Which sound like aeroplanes
Darting across the blue sky
As soft music flickers candles
Inside dim room lit by a chandelier
Which swings high and shines
Crowning those below with a feeling
That the shadows which were cast
Had no reason to cause any fright
Simply because the jewels which shone
And the pearls which dangled overhead
Were not something to fear or banish
Simply something to cherish at moonlight
As the seaplanes dived through the firmament
Neptune made an eerie sound of silence
Leaping into the puddle which reflected
Having found the courage for something beautiful
When the sky is blue and the lights are on
Made your way up and made a splash
I’m hopelessly searching for the shore
All I see is a sea of black and blue
Of tall houses with views
But in each window I look
Look for someone looking out at me
And in none do I find him
In none do they look.

All I see is the green
Like my soul calling me to thee
I feel a presence I see an image
In my mind’s eye
But when I arrive
I’m chasing a mirage and meeting him
Is a far cry

All I do is chase
Chase a dream of a man in black
Of someone calling me from the back
Of me turning to see
See a man standing at the top of the hill
Waiting and this time I move forward
I find my shore I keep swimming
And I don’t look back.

But when I near it there is that same hill
That same green and the same sea
and the same me.
Yet no man in black nor any colour of the rainbow stands
No man is reaching out with their hand
Trying to pull me to land.

Maybe it’s all just a dream there’s no one looking,
Searching, waiting to see if I’m back
It doesn’t work that way, all I got is the dream and a feeling
A feeling that lingers
Pushes me to him
But when I go back yet again
There’s no sign of him.

It’s hopeless I cannot compete
With the fates that have tied me to this stream
Nor here nor there do I belong,
No man can claim me as his
No land can call me its owner
I’m just a lost lass at sea
And sometimes I see
Someone in a fair distance
I reach and he vanishes further
Further than I can see.
If only this misery would end
Oh, my days have gone back,
To the time I wore a sack.
Dusty, saggy—it was disgusting;
The threads holding it weren't so trusting.

The period long gone,
The chirpings I forgot—
All return, all anew,
Yet old, yet to be taught.

The sack still fits, though I've grown
In flesh and thought, yet not alone.
Its seams recall what I forget,
A stitched regret I haven’t met.

I tread the path I swore to shun,
A shadow walks where once I’d run.
It whispers truths I left behind—
Not cruel, just quietly unkind.

Do I resist? Or let it pass—
This mirror made of fractured glass?
For every step I try to flee,
The past keeps stitching into me.
I reopen the rusty rack—
My lost days have gone back.
kn 4d
I’ve drifted far beyond the line,
Where nothing feels like it is mine.
The world spins on, but I just float,
A ghost inside a sinking boat.

The colors fade, the sounds go mute,
Joy’s a song I can't compute.
I reach for warmth, but touch the frost,
A distant echo of what is lost.

The weight is there, but not the feel,
I'm numb to pain, and even real.
The mirror shows a face I know,
But not the one I used to show.

They ask if I am holding tight,
I say I’m fine, and fake the light.
But inside, it’s a steady fall,
Nothing here, just an empty soul.
The moment I started to think I'm incapable of being loved-
Was it when they took what they wanted, unprovoked?
Came too soon,
Was it when I was "a little bundle
of joy"?
Did I learn then, that I was just
a toy?
Was it then, when my father
walked away?
Was that my price to pay
for being born that day?
How could it it be, when I didn't do
anything wrong?
You left without a word,
left me here all along.
Did I learn it before I could even
speak?

Was it when, the man, old
enough to be my grandfather grabbed my hand?
Did my breath hitch, as he whispered those awful words?
I was barely eleven, it didn't make
any sense,
his breath on my skin, the feeling of his fingertips grasping for mine,
as he'd say with a smile, "Our fingers
are making love,"
Was it the first time?
Or just the first time I remembered?

Was it when the stranger
grabbed my *******?
Was it then I was infested?
Did I learn that hands could only take,
not to give?

Did it start all  too soon?
14/2/25
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Everything
Is supposed to mean something
But most of the time
Love means nothing
It's thee
Most deadly
Empty
Word ever muttered by a human being
To another human being
Since before love was a written thing
When you
Had to
Show what you mean
I beg someone
To give it a run
Please change my mind
I'll give you all of eternities time
Because that's how long I've been lost in the reasoning

Drowning,
Panicking
My pain less of a concern than my bleeding
Who cares about a life leaking?
Pointless thinking
Pay no mind to the fracture
Or the seizing
My end welcomed with a greeting
But not by me
My will is depleting,
Hope is retreating,
Am I coming
Or going?
A lack of confidence winning
Because manhood's deflating
And there's no refilling allowed since the beginning

Careless as I know you are,
Heartless can be seen from afar
Like a lighthouse from the sea
So I know you see
My desperate pleading
Muffled by the calamity of deceiving
I mean quote, unquote "living"
Or "believing"
Or fill in the blank with your meaning
Tell me the first meeting
Equals the year 15 evening
Yeah...
Love is beyond fleeting
And I'm partnered with loves nothing
Everything is repeating
From happy to grieving
I feel sorry for who's doing the tallying

Emotions are deceiving
Leaving
Pain to continue feeding
Taking
It's not something I'm giving
Eliminating
Without asking
Left unknowing
The plot's ongoing
But the abuse is showing
As I'm imploding
Slow enough to recognize
That maybe the whole thing...

...is pointless

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