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Love is like my morning coffee,
dark and deep, yet warm and cozy.
Steam that rises, a soft embrace,
a touch that lingers, in time and place.

First, the scent: rich, inviting,
like caring words with hearts igniting.
A gentle sip, a quiet thrill,
the kind that lingers, slow and still.

Too fast, too hot, it burns the tongue,
like passion’s fire when love is young.
Too cold, too late, and it will fade,
a bitter taste, a love mislaid.

And when it’s gone, the weight is real,
a sluggish step, a lifeless feel.
The world moves on, but not with me,
An exhausted soul, tired, unfree.

But coffee made with care, with grace,
it fills the soul, it sets the pace.
A steady hand, a patient art,
love, like coffee, warms the heart.
Six teenager girls were in a basement, having a sleepover night
All was dark expect for the girl telling a scary story with the flashlight
When it was Bridget’s turn
With a face grim and stern
Told the story of ****** Mary
The others became wary
As she told how Mary had an admirer, her best friend’s dad
She was very young and he had thoughts, fantasies that were bad
Over the years his lust for her had grown
He tried to take advantage one day when she was home alone
She heard ringing, so went to answer the phone
Mr Borne hit the back of her head; Mary fell & began to groan
When she saw his murderous sneer & though it gave Mary a fright
Mary tried her hardest to fight
When her parents got home it was to a horrific sight
She was found beside the full length mirror, her lifeless eyes staring into it
And from the inside was a large split
In her own blood, she had written the initial B
Her watched had stopped in the afternoon, at exactly three
They say her spirit is in all mirrors, forever trapped but can be mainly seen at night
If you say her name in a mirror, three times & with only one candle for light
Mary will be awaken
And your life will be taken
As long as her soul remains unhealed
Do the ritual and your fate will be sealed.
Later, after playing with each others hair
The girls decided to play truth or dare
Natalie chose dare with fear
And Sandra gave a mischievous sneer
Being mean, with Sandra was habitual
She dared Natalie to do the ****** Mary ritual
She had to do it or be called chicken
Into the bathroom, her heart starts to quicken
She lights the candle, as the others close the door
Her feet are cold from the tile floor
The candle flickers as she breathes in deep
Beginning to silently weep
She called Mary's name into the mirror, three times
All Natalie could hear was the outside chimes
Then her candle blew out
And Natalie gave a desperate shout
The other girls just started laughing, locking her in
Natalie stopped shouting, feeling a chill all over her skin
She looked into the mirror; there was a girl with a sinister grin
Blood was dripping down the walls, the bathtub filling up with it too
Natalie’s worst fears grew
As the girl came out of the mirror & on to the counter top
Natalie begged her to stop
But Mary was burning with violence
She walked up to her and then there was silence
When the others opened the door it was to a grisly scene
Natalie’s face was so distorted, like nothing anyone has ever seen
Horribly scared, especially the girls, was everyone involved
It will remain forever a case unsolved!

Based On An Urban Legend
Its Based On An Urban Legend
Ivan 11h
lonely I have been for so long, so long
with a life full of wrongs,  I'm now alone
see, once I was loved by the man above
now, my one visit is a mourning dove

but I am the reason for this dark season
living always in contempt and treason
plotting against all the love within me
so to **** my perpetual feening

longing a touch I'll never feel again
for everyone stains me with disdain
and at these times of aches and oppression
I try and write my way from depression

to win, I must ****** all love within
cut my way into the world I fit in
this is what I meant to write when I wrote 'lonely"
I wish i was here, still,
i wish i was here.
I wish that this thrilling film
had lasted for more years.
The minutes and hours spun,
your palm was in mine, warm,
It was always the second hand
i wish i had held on.

The quiet is now loud,
a life has been muffed, well,
i hear in this dead sound
a crippling church bell.
I see it, the golden domes,
white walls and the old fence,
with my lips as the closest for
the silence to speak itself.

Oh, like gaffed dice in street craps
are the seconds, how they fly,
and only a picture traps
her in a moment of time.
But the mirrors are covered now,
the chambers of heart - locked.
Isn't it strange how
life constantly gets mocked?

Yes, life constantly gets mocked,
with its loves and its hot teas.

I wish i was here, still,
i wish death has mocked me.
Reece 1d
When I last addressed you,
I considered you a former friend,
And after much consideration,
And re-evaluation,
I’m putting this debate to an end.
You were not my friend,
You never were,
Despite what I said,
And what I believed,
You never cared for me.
I was just an ear,
That you used for many years,
Oh, you caused me many fears,
Deprived me of cheer.
Friends don’t do what you did,
So I’ll say again,
You were not my friend,
And you never were.
A sequel of sorts to "My Former Friend."
The day fell like a crumpled note,
tossed into the wastebasket of time,
a whisper, a cough, a footstep fading,
the sound of nothing,
the echo of things left unsaid.

I walked through streets without pavement,
over stones that remembered me not.
Each window was an eye, unblinking,
a stare of glass indifferent to grief.

The wind pressed against my cheek,
not a caress, not a blow,
just a presence,
like the weight of a name no longer called.

I did not weep, though my heart did,
a different kind of pain,
a betrayal of the body's rituals.

Tears demand permission,
but silence sneaks in, unbidden,
settles between the ribs,
lodges behind the throat,
a ghost pressing against the edges of breath.

And so the hours unravelled,
like a frayed sleeve in a forgotten coat,
threadbare, loose at the seams,
and still I walked,
searching for the shape of sorrow,
in the absence of rain.

Night came in its sensible shoes,
soft-footed, practical, gray.
No stars, no moon,
only the hum of a world
that did not know I was breaking.

I sat on the edge of the bed,
hands resting like relics on my knees.
And the heart wept again,
as it always does,
quietly,
where no one can see.
Copyright 2024 Savva Emanon ©
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my heart is dying so am i
it hurts every night
i can’t leave you alone
because i love you
By: Abigail Hodges
{Intro}
Mom, through the hurt you caused, I found my fire,
In the depths of pain, I climbed higher.
The walls you built were ones I had to break,
But through the cracks, I learned what it takes.
Your struggles and scars became my guide,
They taught me to find the strength inside.
What once broke me has now made me strong,
And in your shadow, I’ve grown all along.

{Verse 1}
You gave me storms, but I learned to ride,
Sailing through the waves with strength inside.
Your words cut sharp, left scars to mend,
But the fire you sparked helped me ascend.
From the cracks in my heart, I built my throne,
Every tear I shed carved out my own.
Now I rise from the chaos, steady and tall,
Turning all the pain into power, I stand through it all.
Your shadows tried to dim my flame,
But now I burn brighter, wearing my name.
The chains you forged, I broke apart,
Reclaiming my soul and guarding my heart.
Every step I take, I own my stride,
With the lessons you taught me, pain can’t hide.
I flipped the script, rewrote my fate,
Now I’m walking my path—no room for hate.

{Chorus}
I rose from the fire, stronger than before,
Built my own kingdom from a broken floor.
The pain that shaped me, I wear with pride,
Through the darkest nights, I found my light inside.
The shadows tried to hold me, but I broke free,
Now the strength I carry is a part of me.
Every scar’s a story, every wound’s a win,
From the ashes, I rise and begin again.

{Verse 2}
You left me broken, but I found my way,
Turned the night into lessons that guide my day.
The echoes of your words tried to pull me down,
But I built my own voice and claimed my crown.
Each step I take is a testament now,
To the strength I forged, you taught me how.
From the pain, I rose with an unshaken will,
Climbing mountains that you thought would ****.
Your shadow tried to haunt me, but I broke free,
Now I’m writing my story, my destiny.
Every scar you left became my armor strong,
And the wounds you caused now fuel my song.
You were the storm, but I’m the aftermath,
Carving out my purpose on a brand-new path.
I took the darkness and turned it to gold,
Rewriting the story that you once controlled.
Your voice in my head tried to make me fall,
But I silenced the doubt and stood through it all.
What was meant to break me made me unbend,
Now my power’s a force that will never end.

{Chorus}
I rose from the fire, stronger than before,
Built my own kingdom from a broken floor.
The pain that shaped me, I wear with pride,
Through the darkest nights, I found my light inside.
The shadows tried to hold me, but I broke free,
Now the strength I carry is a part of me.
Every scar’s a story, every wound’s a win,
From the ashes, I rise and begin again.

{Bridge}
I found my strength in the wounds you gave,
Turned the pain into power, learned to be brave.
Your fire tried to burn, but it lit my flame,
Now I walk my own path, shedding your name.
The chains you forged couldn’t hold me down,
From the ashes, I’ve built my own crown.
Your shadows chased me, but I broke free,
Claimed my truth, now it’s all I see.
Through the storms you made, I found my light,
Built a fortress within, made of pure light.
Every tear you caused became a stone,
Stacked high in the walls I now call my own.
Your echoes tried to haunt me, but I turned away,
I forged my dawn from the darkest day.
No longer bound by the weight of the past,
The strength I’ve gained is a fire that will last.

{Verse 3}
I faced the mirror, saw the cracks you left,
Pieces scattered, but I found my depth.
Your shadow tried to hold me, keep me small,
But I climbed higher, broke through it all.
Each wound a chapter, a lesson I’ve learned,
Every scar is a badge for the strength I’ve earned.
From the ashes of your fire, I built my name,
Now I stand in the light, unbound by shame.
Your voice in my head tried to hold me back,
But I paved my own road and found my track.
The walls you built couldn’t stop my stride,
I broke them down, left fear outside.
Each step I take is proof I’ve survived,
Turning darkness to hope, keeping dreams alive.
Now I wear my strength like a crown of fire,
A force reborn, lifting even higher.
I took the pain, turned it into art,
Carving strength from the ache in my heart.
Your storm became the wind beneath my flight,
Propelling me forward, into the light.
Now I’m unstoppable, a force reborn,
What was once broken is where I’m adorned.

{Chorus}
I rose from the fire, stronger than before,
Built my own kingdom from a broken floor.
The pain that shaped me, I wear with pride,
Through the darkest nights, I found my light inside.
The shadows tried to hold me, but I broke free,
Now the strength I carry is a part of me.
Every scar’s a story, every wound’s a win,
From the ashes, I rise and begin again.

{Outro}
Mom, a letter to you These words I write, they’re my heart laid bare,
A bridge between the pain and the love we share.
Through the storms you brought, I found my fight,
And in your shadow, I carved my light.
You gave me wounds, but they made me strong,
Taught me to stand where I once felt wrong.
For every tear that fell, I learned to rise,
Turning grief to hope beneath endless skies.
Your voice, though harsh, still echoes in me,
A lesson in strength I never thought I’d see.
I’ve built my world from the cracks you made,
Each stone a triumph, each scar a blade.
I’m letting go of the chains we knew,
Finding the strength to forgive, to renew.
This is my letter, both sorrow and grace,
A testament to the scars I’ve embraced.
Mom, I’ve risen, and I stand here whole,
A heart rebuilt, with love as my goal.
Though the past still lingers, I’ve found my way,
And carry your lessons with me every day.
This song/poem was written to express my emotions to my mother. It's also a song/ poem about resilience, never giving up, and not letting fear stop you from getting where you want to be.
irinia 1d
a pain that eviscerates me
first comes love, then comes pain
luckily I learned from the birds to swim
love goes with such precision where it needs to arrive
to every wound left alone to die
Maria 1d
The dog's paw is broken.
The dog's in unbearable pain.
The dog's not whimpering.
It's as if happy. It's not on a chain.

The dog's satisfied with the sunshine.
And yesterday it was raining. That's bad...
Somebody threw a bone in the garbage.
It'll probable get it to eat beforehand.

Both dog's eyes are squinty.
It's warm and free now in whole
Yesterday's gone. Tomorrow'll be later.
Today the dog's calm at all
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