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What is that doing here?
It reminds me to remember a particular fear
How peculiarly sincere
But I have enough of that
So take it all the way back
It never fails to stick if and when I wander near

I've said it before
Both coming in and walking out the door
My vocal cords ring sore
You feed me Okay's
Say, "to hell with past days"
No more tears moped up off a shared floor

I've heard many things
So many things said many ways by many human beings
It's beyond repeating
Lost my sense of real
What's a partnerships appeal?
Even good beginnings befall to painful endings

Keep the goodby
Trade it for another "never again" lie
And a slice of American pie
Words hold little truth
Slippery, not unlike a noose
That no one this time will be able to untie

©2025
We wasted it so.
We wasted our souls.
Like storm clouds
we broke out
and flooded the seeds
we needed to grow.

You held on to me.
You tried so hard to see
when I rebounded
from breakdowns
that seemed to wear
down your strong spirit
that you needed to go on.

We were stranger than
fiction through our
contradictions.
You drifted within me
I poured within you --
your currents of
reason to my torrents
of questions. We were
drowning in unison.

But as you freed me and
I freed you as we were
both set free by the eternal
Source of freedom, we
need to keep on doing our
part in what we need
to keep on being free.
Who am I? Which of me is real? The man I was, the man I am, or the man I will be?
Perhaps none. Perhaps all.
Or perhaps I am only a shadow, stretched thin between them,
never truly existing at all.

The past—ah, the past! How foolish he was!
He thought he understood life, believed in things—love, hope, meaning.
He was naïve, reckless in his convictions, blind in his desires.
He did not yet know what it means to kneel before regret,
to feel the slow, merciless tightening of time around his throat.
I hate him for his arrogance, and yet—I pity him.
For he never knew the weight that awaited him in the years to come.

And my future self—what a stranger.
Does he pity me, or does he curse me?
He waits somewhere ahead, silent, watching,
knowing already what I will choose,
what I will lose, whom I will betray.
I cannot see him, but he is there,
a judge I can never escape.

And then, there is me—the wretched creature caught between them.
I am neither innocent like my past nor wise like my future.
I am only the sum of mistakes not yet forgiven,
of choices not yet made,
of a life that unfolds with or without my consent.

Tell me, if they met—past, present, and future—
would they recognize each other at all?
Or would they simply turn away,
each ashamed of what the other has become?
To be human is sometimes being fearful of the unknown—
in a world where malevolence walks among us, where some
are openly evil; yet the most terrifying are those who cloak
wickedness behind an unsuspecting face... those I fear the most!

The love you believe they hold for you is an unknown
The truths they profess to share is an unknown
The appreciation they have for you is an unknown
The value of your value to them is an unknown
The picture of a non-public character is an unknown

And if there are facets of your being, to those you say are close
to you, yet they feel unknown – you were never that close!
Arii 4d
I recall a day,
who knows how long ago
I lost my temper at a child,
Who, better, didn’t know.

She liked singing, doodling,
And playing hide-and-seek
I thought she was rather empty,
Being around her was always bleak.

She was annoying, for sure,
Like an alarm going off in the morning.
And oh, so very loud,
Like an attention-seeking freak.

An agonizing decade later,
I screamed at the poor kid,
“What are you, a monster!?”
And the pathetic thing ran and hid.

I remember avoiding mirrors for a long time after,
Knowing I shouldn’t have lost my cool.

Now when I look into my reflection
and see that kid again,
I finally realise,

“She was scared, you blasted fool.”
Michael 5d
Where were you
when our democracy died?
I was watching cartoons,
with my child by my side.
Ambiguously aware
of our dangerous slide,
as trusted family and friends
say it’s all in my mind.
Safe, for now, in my skin
amongst my “own kind,”
until the day comes,
we are asked to align…
Will we then remember the day
our democracy died?
Eight years passed, and just like that
I came back and saw all the written hearts in this app.
Devices I used to lessen confuse.
Now that I'm back, I saw where I was at.

I can't believe I can no longer relate
to all the notes I once wrote with hate.

I knew in the past that "this too shall pass"
But how wonderful it is to experience at last.

I've waited for this...
𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨
𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙.
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I can't believe that just like that, everything's behind me. How amazing it is to experience a life that moves forward, everything that you once hoped. The healing you thought will never come, now all you remember was the feeling but bearable to live with. I'm grateful to every season God gives!
Dom 7d
Further from then
But long away from today
Everything in circles
As time runs the play.
I’n running out of cycles
Tumbled dry and crumbled
Wishing I had the right words to say.

Well I never thought
In the years I’ve lost
In all I’ve given up,
That I would find a love
That stayed and said I was enough
Even if the world breaks away
I’ll be home, eventually

Well I can’t go back,
The road is brittle and broken
Bury the past, with heart half opened
Dissected to divide
And in my half I can’t decide
Who I was and where I begin
But I’ll be home, eventually

And I wish,
Upon a burning star
One last kiss
Loving you from here to mars
Find my worth
Beyond the skin and scars
I want to be something more
Better off ,
Getting lost in the dreams
I can’t go back, no
I can’t go back

I’ll be home eventually
Song I freestyled and wrote down after playing my guitar
Dom Mar 12
I remember chasing ice cream trucks
Long walks down by the shore side
Running through the streets and late nights.

Invincible no matter the fall
Bounce back and stand ever tall
Up and down this slummy street
We found the light in the dark
And remember where we used to meet?

Train tracks on a railway to no where
Salt hills to ride our bikes to a dumb dare
Swimming pool after hour escapades
And all the penny candy we could raid

Oh I remember,
And where did time go?
Why can’t we go back to -
A us that we used to know
Back then we thought of right now
But if we knew what we know
We’d stay in frozen spaces,
Time goes on and we’re missing faces
Photographs elapse the times we once had.

I want it all back.

Carnivals and monster trucks
Action figures and Toonami,
Dragon Ball and Boys Meets World,
And don’t forget the Ninja Turtles.

Super Nintendo and pizza
Personal pan and fiestas
Buffy on the TV
And Godsmack on the CD
We had it all and we had none
But when it came to then and now
I was too happy and proud
To pontificate on the truth
That trickles through like a leaky roof
Tapping my shoulder to remind
That there is only Play…

We can’t rewind.
Continuing my introspective journey I'm on recollecting my past with my present as I inch slowly to turning 40 this year
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