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I entrusted my joy in your core,
It fit so perfect, but you wanted more.
I gave you my laughter, my light, and my glee,
Yet you turned away, too full of **** to see.
Now I stand alone, in the wreckage of bliss,
Longing for moments I’ve learned to miss.
You took my happiness, wrapped it in lies,
And left me to gather the tears from my eyes.
In the ruins of trust, I gather my pain,
Each tear that I shed feels like falling rain.
So I reclaim my sanity, my morals, my dreams,
No longer entrusting my heart to your schemes.
I’ll rise from the ashes of what you destroyed,
And learn to embrace the strength I’ve employed.
With each passing day, I’ll gather my might,
And learn to find joy in the stillness of night.
I’ll rebuild the pieces, reclaim my own ground,
In the silence of leaving, my strength can be found.
And in the wreckage, I’ll rise from the dark,
No longer defined by your once glowing spark.
I’ll carve out my joy, piece by piece,
And from the ashes, I’ll find my release.
I’ll dance in the shadows, I’ll laugh through the pain,
For I am the master of my own refrain.
I’ll rise like the phoenix from flames of regret,
Embracing my freedom, I’ll never forget.
The lessons I learned from the love that went wrong,
Will echo in me, a resilient song.
So here's to my heart, still beating, still brave,
In the depths of despair, I found how to save.
Each moment that passes, I’ll gather my scars,
For they’re part of my journey, my own guiding stars.
Michael Oct 6
In frozen headwaters on mountains high, 
The Colorado flows from icy peaks 
through canyon walls that climb to the sky,
telling tales of time when no one speaks. 
With fury, white capped rapids flow,
bringing life to the valley where mankind hopes 
for the abundance that green orchards grow, 
in the shadow of loss on Storm Kings slopes. 
Humanity meets nature’s relentless wrath, 
just as water yields to earth and stone.
With time, carving out its determined path
in canyons where strength and sorrow are sown.
Lemon Black Oct 1
Enchanted with prayer, mountain halls
Bejeweled by its people.
As light unveils their rocky spires,
Breathes in the dawn,
Combining force
Of two opposing powers—
Resilient mind and stone.
A binding of things equal.
They twist, they torque,
Erupt with fire fueled by brawn.
Solidified in shared desire
To bring a life to form.
A view of the mountain range, that together with the human settlements, resembles a bracelet studded with stones. Though they live in harmony, it's no idyllic tale. The balance is born of hardship, formed by the raw elements. This very struggle draws out the best in the inhabitants—their resilience and determination to adapt and transform. It's not a conquest, but a deep appreciation of every moment. Each day, with each new dawn, they return to their labors. But it is life itself at work here, weaving every speck of the scenery into its endless pursuit of creation.
Joshua Phelps Sep 28
Emotions are
Hard to express

But you’ve got
To move on
And reset.

Living like
You’re in hell

Damaging no
One else but
Yourself.

It’s not complicated
But it’s harder than
You’ll ever know.

Sometimes you
Have to face
The truth

And sometimes
You’ve got to
**** it up.

It’s not easy,
But persistence
Is key

You can’t do
It all for show.

You’ve got to
Put the effort
In yourself

And grow.
Marilina Sep 17
Line out the field
With chalk on the ground,
Number the squares
Where your step will be found.

Aim very hard
And throw in your stone.
Go to your goal.
You can do it, I know.

Life isn’t fair -
You will stumble and fall.
But then you’ll get up
And you will go on.

Let the other kids laugh,
The adults shake their heads.
Shut the cruel voices out -
You will find your way ahead.
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