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Could I answer "who am I?"
Even if I where to ask myself?
I'd surely catch myself being something else
Draped in some kind of forgotten lie

I bend and split like beans of light
Fractured through the prism of life
My personality's gone under the knife
I don't recognize myself, try as I might

Maybe it's been too long to yurn
For something that's too far gone to grasp
So are these last year's only pointless laps?
There's no familiar street for me to turn

I'm lost amongst my own false faces
And I can no longer find my own
This is my cross to bare alone
Falling out of my own graces

©2025
In every gesture, repost, or rhyme
The universe sends me conflicting signs
I try to avoid them but I have been chosen,
To search for a meaning till my heart is broken.
Sometimes I think I’d rather gouge out my eyes,
maybe then my heart would stop searching
for signs it was never meant to find.
Searched on every summit for lost elusive cures,
And for the alchemy.to make me feel I was pure.
I've violently torn through all that I am,
Begging every deity I’ve known for their hand.

There is no guidance.

What if healing doesn't surface, Cries muffled under sand.
A doctrine for the hopeful who will never understand.
My wounds still hold the daggers, unremoved.
What if pain protects the heart because it'll never be renewed?

There is no feeling.

Singing broken hymns inspires a hymn of praise.
Unspoken laws, maybe I'm an example being made.
I’m never broken; I can only wish to break with time.
I remain a quantum sonnet stripped of any rhyme.

There is no harmony.

Maybe there is grace that lives within a wilted plea.
In knowing, I’m exactly who I knew I’d always be.
A life pulling chains tethered to a hopeless mind.
What’s left within a soul, to see its purpose held divine.

There's nothing to believe.

Without residue of ash, from embers glow,
Haunted by the echoes, that have turned hearts to stone.
Our cold sweat of empathy for fellow misbegotten.
Stitched into the nerves of a body that is rotting.

There's nothing to see.

I cannot find belief in me for false restoration.
No longer a seeking of a hollowed-out salvation.
I walk with aching fractures to a rapture born in rust.
A fate I feel deep in my core, that all is made of dust.

There's no eternity.

What’s the meaning to the riddles I weave?
Is there truth in what remains, or is truth in what will leave?
As I stand, a withered body without a single plea.
I am all I ever was, all I know I'll ever be.

There's nothing to be.
hyun May 26
the wind blew a little harder today—
all for a chance to kiss you.
i guess the coldness of days gone by
do not scare you at all.

now I whisper to find you,
in the smallest of cracks,
in the pauses between breaths,
in the vastness of the evening breeze.

nothing could ever make me
stop searching for you.

nor will i ever want to.
One little astronaut build a spaceship  of junkyard parts and wielded up the mountainside and tried to get the thing to fly looking through his telescope of cardboard and a paper hole and hoping soon to fly even though he hasn't even lived
But the ship was build real bad and rolled down the mountain slideing down the mountainside landing into the ocean's tide  
But the pilot had to face I'm floating in outer space I'm further than I was before heading to the ocean floor now I'm in the furthest place possible from outer space and the one I love I guess it's a poetic way to die ironic I can't even cry I'm surrounded by salt water so why even bother trying to fall in love with you feels like getting hit in the back of the neck with the wiffle bat full of stars and I got scars to prove it under my hands and over My heart
Jay May 9
I swore I’d keep my distance, but the thoughts refuse to stay quiet. On nights that stretch too still, I drift back to the places your shadow used to linger. A flicker in the corner of my screen, just pixels, yet they haunt me like something I once held close. I follow the traces that lead to you. Are they breadcrumbs you’ve left behind or traps? Either way, I follow, hoping they’ll guide me back to your path. Your status changes, and I read it like scripture, searching for echoes of the space I used to fill. There are windows left open that you once ensured shut. Maybe by accident. Maybe not. Maybe for me. A recently played song, a watched video, a game you spent your free time on, small offerings that I gather and tuck away like sacred fuel. And if you catch sight of me, just a ghost in the rafters, I hope you won’t turn away. I hope, even now, you’ll leave a light on for me.
I always carry a question, with me inside,
What is my purpose, why am I still alive,
I know there is a reason, that’s why I always try.

I was the youngest in my family, of five,
My parents, two siblings, and the lady I married,
Their souls moved on, when they died,
One thing I have learned, how to wipe tears from my eyes.

I personally don’t know anyone,
Living in the situation, I’m in,
Everyone, may not always agree, they still have family,
That they can call kin, I would have a hard time,
Explaining, the emotions & feelings, I carry within.

No one to make plans with, in any way,
Only thoughts in my mind, if I have a good or bad day,
I do know one thing, I am next in line,
To be placed, in a grave.
The End

                               The Original: Tom Maxwell © 5/05/2025 AD
If you
Dress for success
Wear nice clothes
People will talk
Oh Your one of
Those
Putting on airs
Supercilious
Conceited
Egotistical
Know it all
High and mighty
Self important
Attention seeker


If you
Dress simply
People will talk
You’re broke
Have no money
Lackadaisical
Pitifully
Poor

If you are
Successful
Prosperous
Thriving
Flourishing
People will talk
Inauspicious
Show off
Rubbing
in our face
Purposely
Making
Us look
Bad

If you are
Struggling
Phlegmatic
Unsentimental
People will talk
You’re
Languishing
Weak minded
In
The
Wrong
Place

If you
Speak
your mind
People will talk
You are
Superannuated
Antiquated
Archaic
Obsolete
Rude
Various
Opinions
Willingly
Conclude

If you
Stay Quiet
Quiescent
Indolent
Languorous
People will talk
You’re sulking
Brooding
Pouting
Self-deluding
Tantrum

Life is
convoluted
Opinions
Are like
Elbows
Everybody
Has one

No matter
What you
Do today
People
Will always
Have something
To say


Don’t let
Negativity
Rule the day
Mind over matter
Nonsense
Should not have
A voice
A choice
Useless chatter

Ignorant
Inconsequential
Naysayers
Are
Irrelevant
Players

As long
As
God
Is pleased
With what
You do
And say

Who cares
What people
Say
In the
Light of day

Live
God’s
Way



Inspired songs  

1) it’s complicated 2002
By Avril Lavigne
2) complicated 2004
By Joss Ross
BLT word of the day challenge
May 3 2025 sleuth, sleuthing
To Sloan is to carefully or methodically search for information, or to act as a detective
May 1, 2025
Convoluted
Something described as convoluted is very complicated and difficult to understand or has many curves and turns
Kat M Apr 29
Mingle, why don’t you
With fingertips of lover’s hands
Hanging on your every thought,
Each touching singing circles

Graced by cauliflower crinkles
Sprinkled amid skull candy
Resonance, eat me alive
Aspire to consume each morsel
Crumbled, scattered along
Crackling rivets submerged  
Sequencing soliloquies into lullabies

Maybe minds are meant for mumbling
Mixing whispers while wind whistles
Wishfully right near nothing

Invision, I am searching souls
Such journeys jangle
Jamming icy stares
Fighting tall standing fixtures
Towering into screams
Deafening anyone brave enough
Lingering foliage flusters us

Come hither, life is togetherness
So kiss my intimacy
Should daring define lifetimes
Forever hues don’t fade
Saturation stings true here
Feedback Welcome!

Poem Challenege: No repreating words
Jay Mar 19
And just like that, it feels like I’ve lost my best friend. No grand goodbye, no final stitch in the quilt of our time together, just emptiness where you once were. You’re not truly gone, just out of reach, yet everything we shared has slipped away. Every late-night game, every conversation about nothing and everything, just to hear your voice, now they’re only echoes, tainted by your absence. No game feels the same without the one I played it with. You taught me to grow, to love deeply, to mature. We built our own worlds, believing our love was endless, untouched by time. We laughed in the darkness, whispered lies in Salem, set towns ablaze. We ran for our lives, doing anything to save each other before daylight. We tamed beasts, explored new lands, built walls around our home. You mined, I crafted, together we created something that felt unbreakable. But even the strongest diamonds don’t last forever. We watched movies, tore through episodes of shows, filled the silence with laughter and jokes we never could keep to ourselves. But love is no armor, it’s no invincible shield. It shatters in hands that can’t bear the weight of pain. Now, I lie here, retracing our steps, searching for pieces of us in everything around me. I wake in the middle of the night, reaching for you, still lost in a dream. But this stuffed animal you gave me will never be you, and the silence will always be deafening. As quickly as you came, you were gone. Just like that, I’ve lost my lover.
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