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I’m never kidding,
When I say I need humbling.
Life goes too good for too long,
I get too popular winning at too much,
That I forget what it feels like to lose out,
And I risk everything.
It’s so silly,
Complaining about succeeding,
But sometimes I miss the days I wasn’t on the radar yet.
Because now that I have so much,
My vision is fogged by greed,
I forget how to treat the people that brought me here.
I never learn,
Until I lay askew and burnt,
When my luck runs out.

It’s not magic.
Note: not a sarcastic piece and not intended to anger or aggravate anybody. I appreciate my position in life so much and am forever grateful for all the blessings I’ve received!
NAP
Old long scrolls on my phone
Like a never ending zombie
Is this the life that we all live
Looking at others highs
Likes and follows on their photos  
....it's seems like a never ending cycle
Like I am their disciple
Even though I'm not in their circle...
All I just need to do is stop,
Leave the app
Close my phone and go take a nap.
BFG75 Jul 22
You’ve walked through a storm and have somehow come here.
Scraped off the ground, probably full of fear.
Now you are here, please know you are found.
In the best place, for you, where care wraps around.

Whatever the path that brought you this way,
Know this is a place where you’re safe to stay.
With listening ears and gentle hands,
The staff will meet you where you stand.

In quiet rooms or tearful talks,
In art, in rest, in nature walks.
You'll gather strength you thought had gone.
It lives in you, it still burns on.

Be kind to yourself in every small part,
Your aching thoughts, your tender heart.
This time is yours, not wasted or wrong,
Just part of the journey that helps you grow strong.

So breathe, be brave, and take your time.
The hill is steep, but you will climb.
And when it feels too much to bear,
Know healing starts because you're there.
A daily journal of my 30-days as an inpatient at the a mental health hospital
#me
heaving breaths and it
feels like gods choking
me again, my vocal cords
are strained, my voice
a squeak. Invisible
tears stain my cheeks,
still dry. I'm imploding
and becoming super-nova
or maybe a black hole
instead. Screaming a
whisper:

H E L P
M E
You ever just feel so unable to speak that it's like a chain around your neck?
Even though you want more than anything to talk about it?
I used to get that a lot.
It was all about me
And what I wanted to see

Now I cry deep inside
And I don't know why

I thought I could see
Every thing in front of me

Hear every word
That needs to be heard

I didn't look in your eyes
Or even notice your smile

Cause, it was all about me...

TBC

by Debra Lea Ryan & ?
15.07.2025
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
In Song @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lp1snkvlHM
it bugs me, the way
you walk like you own
the place, standing tall
prideful as a lion, yet
selfish as a thief.

You are all you think about.
Ken Pepiton Jul 1
For the thousand lines leading to this next day,
I offer thanks, for the balm made at Ein Gedi,
ein Augenblick, nicht wahr?

here we are, or I am, I kinda hiccup,
like I ate too much of some too sweet,

peaceability, just breathe, saying that each time,
it works, we get a point, wait, just weights times,
worths working wonders in reader thinking times,

taken and used,
to pay attention to times past abuses,
at absorbent recycle the wars unfought worths,

run the old ghosts across our prow, full steam,
life is much more than a dream,

live and learn, sticky peace, do
bees are masters of the art.
What a miraculously complex life we have become what such as us become. beings using words to make up minds, to think once is often enough
Henryk Jun 26
I'm glad that fate brought us together, even if it was very brief.
The time we shared the memories we made, hopefully wont turn to grief.

Do not be sad for me, for what could have been for without it we would forever wonder what if.

The looks you gave me, your head on my chest.
Sweet loves embrace.
My hand running through your hair, you were my rest.

Desperately trying to hold on to what little time is left.
The pain sometimes, I feel in my chest.

The laughs we shared, the tears we bared, I regret nothing. If I could go back in time,  the only thing I would change is that I would have found you sooner.
inkedsolace Jun 25
mirror mirror on the wall,
why am I always the one to fall?
maybe this reflection you show me,
doesn't reflect the truth I see,
for though you can see beauty true,
what gives you the right to judge and rue,
who fits your beau ideal, who just won't do?
Nat Lipstadt Jun 19
a gift for Aladdin Aures H
from his 3rd follower...

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the inescapable need,
unformed firmament
inquiring; am I capable?

the impulse palpable,
the urge to urgent,
to gorge and disgorge?

instead of morning prayers,
precomposed and ordered,
morning poem plucked from

morning fog, gusted breezes,
early-on, newborn sun rays,
progeny of disheveled skies

words fused, in irregular sizes,
senses censured by drowsy eyes,
but the chest beating arrhythmia

means bursts of free verses
superimposed on reluctant eyelids,
jigsaw puzzlement be re-conformed

and the first poem of the day,
emerges from the intersection
of mind, pale dreams, and the

first is special till the neu morrow,
when fresh bursts explode inward
to windward, and the first is just

yesterday's mesh of hash,
once formidable, now last,
pinned, yellowing, purely a
*descendant of the recent,
but always, ancient past
^
3:07pm
a bright sun grilled day, in a cold June
Juneteenth 3025

on the Isle of, in the piet's nook
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