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when i was sad
i put on your playlist
now all i hear is
you
singing along
to that same ******* song
repeat

id listen
just to see you smile
now its empty
a husk
a shell of the thing i held dear

music feels distorted
out of tune
too
much

i dont want to listen

i want the world to go quiet
so i can hear
music
the same
way
i
did
before
you
im having a rough week.
I hate this pill,
I hate these meds,
"Don't forget! Don't forget!!"
If you don't take them,
You're a disgrace to this earth,
Such a terrible person you are a scar on this earth.
But if you remember, like you can never,
That capsule will absorb all feeling.
It's not my heart that doesn't work,
It's these stupid medicine measurements.
Why do I have to either go through hell,
Or put everyone I love through it.
How is that fair?
I guess it's not.
Life *****, but I don't want it to end,
I'm still waiting to feel reality,
When does this wear off?
Will I ever stop being an actor,

And just be me?
Meds never work in the way they sell them to
𝐴 π‘ β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘œπ‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›,
π‘šπ‘–π‘‘π‘ π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘š π‘œπ‘“ π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘“π‘’π‘™ 𝑒π‘₯β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›.
π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘Ÿπ‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘–π‘Ž,
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›' π‘œπ‘“ π‘›π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘£π‘Žπ‘›π‘Ž.  

𝐴 π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’π‘›π‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€,
π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€.
π‘‡π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘  π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦,
π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘  π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘œπ‘›π‘œπ‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘π‘¦.  

𝑇𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦π‘–π‘›' π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘¦,
𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘¦.
π»π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘¦, 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑛' π‘šπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘šπ‘–π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦,
π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›' π‘Žπ‘”π‘œπ‘›π‘¦.  

𝑇𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' π‘ π‘Žπ‘šπ‘ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž,
π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑑𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛' π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘Ž π‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Ž.
𝑂𝑓 π‘Ž π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' π‘ π‘’π‘“π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›,
π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘'𝑠 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘' π‘‘π‘œ π‘˜π‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘–π‘›',
π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›'  

𝑇𝑖𝑠 π‘Žπ‘š π‘Ž π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘›π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘Ž π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘™π‘¦ π‘ π‘œπ‘€,  
π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘› π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’'.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘œπ‘“ π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘‘π‘¦,  
𝑑𝑖𝑠 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘œπ‘› π‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘–π‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘–π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦
A melancholia of misery that one goes through throughout his life,
tis the burden that we carry.. till the end of our epoch and era's.. The weight of being alive.. the burden of being human..
Mam
Mammy, you’re a warrior,
You have shown such courage,
As I wrapped my arms around you, I hold back tears.
I haven’t been able to think or do too much,
I’ve been going back to when we could have helped you,

Those little death sticks must be laughing at us, they have the greatest hold, almost like a secret to never be told.

You look like yourself but I know you’re trying to break though, don’t worry mammy I do see you.
Bamboozle
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Con
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Hoax
Hoodwink
Delude.Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Deceive
Snoo­ker
Mislead
Fake.Β Β Β Β Β Β  Out
Dupe.Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Fool
StringΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Along
SpoofΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Trick
Bluff.Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Burn



Jaded souls will concede
An Ex-lover cannot be believed
A dagger to the heart, To the core
Blow by Blow, keeping score
No middle ground in Sight
When both demand to be right

If you’re nursing a break up,
take the time to listen to these classics songs

Inspired songs
1) go your own way 1977
By Fleetwood Mac

2) she’s gone 1973
By Daryl Hall and John Oates

3) band of Gold 1970
By Freda Payne

4) sorry seems to be the hardest word
By Elton John 1976

5) how can you mend a broken heart?
By Al Green 1972

6) tracks of my tears 1965
By Smokey Robinson and the miracles

7) I Fall to Pieces 1960
By Patsy Cline

8) tears of a clown 1967
Smokey Robinson in the miracles
BLT  Webster’s Word of the day challenge
March 14, 2024
BAMBOOZLE
TO DECEIVE BY UNDERHANDED METHODS; DUPE, HOODWINK.
Reece 2d
A tree sits in the middle of a forest,
Hydrophobic,
It fears the rain.
Its bark is coarse,
Its roots withered,
It has no leaves,
And its branches point down,
Toward the ground.

The tree does this by choice,
For it’s afraid of change,
And if not changing is the one thing it can control,
It’ll hold it to the end.
When the rain pours,
The tree refuses the water,
Spits it toward its fellow trees,
Whose leaves dance in the windy breeze.
They always saw the little tree as strange.
Why did it willingly starve itself?
What did it gain?
It always looked so sad,
All alone,
Yet this was the life that it chose.

As the little tree grew older,
It watched as its fellow trees grew tall,
And oh, so green.
Their changing leaves,
Their branches and berries,
That the birds would love to eat.
How it envied,
Oh, it envied.
It uprooted itself,
As its dying roots clung to life,
It walked all on its own,
To find another home.

It started to wonder if the rain was worthy of his fear,
Or if it was overthinking–again.
Was the future a mountain or a molehill?
Only time will tell.
How the little tree wished it could control every detail,
Save itself from suspense,
Always knowing what comes next.
Unfortunately,
Life doesn’t work that way,
A lesson the tree would have to learn,
And accept,
To find brighter days.

The tree planted itself in a garden,
Filled with flowers,
Of many hues,
Reds,
Greens,
Yellows,
And blues.
Even though the nearby birds,
Would chirp and coo,
It did little,
To ease the little tree’s
Lonely blues.
Yet as it gazed,
Amidst the pretty colors,
Of the flowers,
He thought of the fellow trees.
He wondered,
If this was the way life was meant to be.
After all,
These flowers would die come winter,
And grow again come spring,
And they would be just a goregous,
And marvelous,
The second time around.
Eureka!
Purpose and acceptance,
Finally found.

The little tree looked to the sky,
A thunderstorm was on its way.
He could hear the crackle of the lightning,
As a house was set unto a blaze.
The tree tightened down his roots,
He wouldn’t be afraid.
Perhaps if he believed,
He would be okay.
After all,
The other trees thrived off the rain,
It caused their leaves to grow,
And eased their decay.
Perhaps,
He was running from the wrong thing.
Perhaps,
His biggest villain wasn’t change.
Perhaps,
Life would be okay.

The rain came like a hurricane,
And the tree absorbed the water,
Having starved and thirsted for so long,
And as the sky cleared to the sunshine,
He heard the bird’s sweet songs.
His leaves grew majestically,
The berries tasted so sweet,
The birds who ate them,
Devoured even the seeds.
The tree felt fulfilled,
He had found his place,
And though he still feared the future,
And change,
He believed everything would be okay.
Going back to my normal style for this one. 16 years old. Wow, it's hard to believe. This poem highlights how I feel about the world about most things. If it isn't obvious, the tree is me. I'm anxious about most things, constantly fearing I'll fail. Driving is the worst though, too much power in my shaking hands. Hope you guys like this one!!
It made us feel so happy,
Knowing that you were there,
Whenever we needed someone to talk to
We knew you would always care.

When we would visit to see how you were,
You would look up and smile,
It would bring a tear to our eye,
When we would talk to you for a while.

When we found out that you weren’t feeling well,
We didn’t know what to say,
By then, we couldn’t tell.

Now, your journey has come to an end,
Our hearts go out to you,
We will never forget you,
We will always love you.
This morning I woke up
Stomach in a knot
My eyes adjust to the light in the room
I raise my hands to my face
I noticed my wrists as I do

I feel angry at myself

β€œI am fine, I don’t need any help
There are worse than I come on it’s been ages since I last cried”

I feel embarrassed, ashamed and full of regret
I hide the pain sketched onto my wrists
I try to forget that it exists

I tell no one about what I have done
I don’t need the help
The battle has been won
Love had boiled, feelings
were what we toiled
to upkeep their symmetry.

Now that we are parted,
has the sky stayed blue
in your corner,
to the north?

Have snows stayed pure,
printing your footprints
in places I can't follow?
Full poem: https://romances.blog/2025/03/12/poem-a-parting-glance-3-12-2025/
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