#ago
and those are the words he said to me
I will never love you
like
I loved her
but I promise
you will never know
the different
I won't be cruel
and I won't start
this with a lie
and I won't make
you wonder
and I won't make you cry
just that I love
you like I said
I do
I just
won't love you
like I loved her
It's not any less
and it is not any
way smaller
It's just different
but I swear
it's real
and I swear it's
true
and I promise you
you will never know
the different
because it's real
and deep
this love between you and me
and we made it
to where there
can only be
the truth of
real love
between you and me
so just know this Is
where I was meant to be
and in your arms is
the only place I want to be
so will you marry me?
by: verlecia f.
aka: lyricvixen
date: 11/24/2025
time: 4:20 pm
may need fixing - when your not the first love! © 7 days ago friendship • hope • love • misc • pain • spiritual
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
This comforting casserole balances earthy sweet potatoes with bright pineapple and warm spices, topped with a toasted marshmallow layer.
Prep time: 10 minutes
Cook time: 40 minutes or 50 minutes
Servings: 4–6 (depending on serving size)
Ingredients
+. 1 can of crushed pineapple and juice (approx. 20 oz)
+. 4 oz of applesauce
+.1 packet of instant sweet potato mashed potato mix
(Betty Crocker mashed sweet potatoes)
+.4 tbsp of oil
+.1/8 tsp of ground cloves
+.1/4 tsp of ground ginger
+.1/4 tsp of salt
+.1/2 cup of milk
+.1/2 tsp or 1 tsp of molasses
+.1/4 tsp (use 3/8 tsp) of ground cardamom powder
opt: Mini marshmallows (for topping)
Optional: Brown sugar to taste (reg. sugar)
Optional: Cool Whip (for serving)
Instructions
Preheat Oven: Preheat your oven to 350°F (175°C). Lightly grease a medium-sized baking dish.
Prepare Potatoes: Prepare the sweet potato mash from the packet. If the packet requires milk and fat, use the 1/2 cup milk and 4 tbsp oil from the ingredient list.
Combine Base: In a large mixing bowl, combine the prepared sweet potato mash, the entire can of pineapple (do not drain), applesauce, molasses, salt, ground cloves, ground ginger, and ground cardamom.
Adjust Sweetness (Optional): Taste the mixture. If you desire more sweetness, stir in 1 tablespoon of brown sugar at a time until satisfied.
Bake Base: Pour the mixture into the prepared baking dish. Bake in the preheated oven for 40–50 minutes, or until the mixture is fully heated through and bubbling around the edges.
Add Marshmallows: Remove the dish from the oven. Spread a layer of mini marshmallows evenly across the top.
Toast Topping: Return the dish to the oven for 10 minutes, or place it under the broiler for 1–2 minutes, watching very carefully, until the marshmallows are puffed up and golden brown.
Serve: Let the casserole cool slightly before serving warm. It pairs excellently with a dollop of Cool Whip on top.
note: used parchment paper
by: verlecia f.
aka: lyricvixen
date: 12/01/2025
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
Long time ago.. Many years back
Our lives were on no track
I first saw her in the school
And my heart felt way too cool
She was the most studious in the class
Like a shining crystal between the pieces of glass
She was at the peak of honesty
And i was lost in her so awfully
I tried alot to stop my heart
But always failed to stay apart
And then was a day when i proposed her
She took a bit long to answer
At last She had a good news for me
Ohh she was happy enough to accept me
Soon came a day when we planned to get engaged
All thoughts of losing her were likely to fade
We had a great joy of our engagement soon
We enjoyed our days full from sun to moon
We had a great time with each other
It was only she on my mind and none other
Not a second or minute or an hour
Would just keep me away from her
We spent almost all of our times together
Whether it be college, restaurant or house of her mother
We spent 4 long years of our relation
And the Love between us was not to mention
Then came a time i had to move far for my career
She supported me alot and removed all my barriers
But the long distance created such a situation
In which i had no ways for communication
She just thought that she was forgotten
And her life was soon going to get rotten
This thought brought her great anger
And it lead her to break up with her dearest well wisher
It was just a like a dream to me
I could not believe it happened to me
My eyes were filled up with the ocean of tears
I never was in my life so much feared
That moment was a like a great stroke
I could not count the pieces in which my heart broke
I tried to convince her alot from sun to moon
But she was in thoughts that breakup was in our fortune
I did even ask her to patch up again
But she said its impossible and there is no gain
Her words hit my heart in such a way
The pain was extremely hard all way
She soon got married to someone else
And forgot me in the happiness she felt
Co-incidentally after 4 years of her being apart
She began to turn up in my dreams so hard
I just cried off and thought to text her
And ask her if everything was fine with her
The moment i texted her on the phone
She couldn't believe it was me the only one
Now this talk was 4 years after her marriage
It bought me joy to speak to her with courage
I just thanked Allah for this great chance
I couldn't sleep that night since i was in her trance
She cried off and asked me to forgive her
I said i had no issues at all with her
But the memories we spent was always there
And that is the only thing i have from her
She and her memory is safe in my heart
Just like a pearl in a shell
We are now friends of each other
Shez happy and me too happy for her
I would always pray for her
I would always pray for her
Now its been long time as such
Expecting her to come back is just way too much
I would pray she be with me in the next
And then forever and ever in years to come ahead.
For My Beloved,
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC
First: it about Morning and still dark
second : There was a man hiding behind a telephone pole drinking coffee
and across the street on the corn of the church
now this at the mobile pantry
3rd A lady in all black, covered from head to toe
comes and stands right next to me
i did not want to be rude
so i just was nice
and stay sitting in the chair
i brought with me
then man starts taking pictures with
his phone like
i was there with this lady and four boys
i am thinking
there trying to set me up
so no will help me ?
am I just being paranoid?
Saturday 10/26/2024
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 3:28 AM UTC
Nostalgia is
The laughter down the rec
As we poured beer
And did milk shots
Nostalgia is
The camp fires
The boys added hairspray to
And panicked
Nostalgia is
Your arm around my shoulder
Protective and proud
And very nervous
Nostalgia is
The Daisy chains
And gossip of
Who kissed who
Nostalgia is
The innocence of
Running wild in fields
Till the sun came up
Nostalgia is
Our beating hearts
Under the duvet
Hoping your brother didn’t hear
Nostalgia is
Knowing it’s just a memory
No longer to be
Repeated
Nostalgia is
Looking at old photos
With a half smile
And chest ache
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 7:13 PM UTC
Stuck on your image
All the moments we shared
How I wish it was someone else for which I cared
Good memories had in the past
Upset me cause they went too fast
I'll never know which portion of it was real
Or the number of emotions you swore to feel
I don't ever receive a straight answer from you
Perhaps you yourself never knew
The love reflected in your glacier eyes
More memorable than countless lies
The truth is difficult to forget
And even harder to accept
Do you ever step back and look at your life?
Or the mirror and ask yourself why?
I guess there's no way to know what you're feeling
Layers are endless
I keep peeling
I hesitate
Hoping you'll somehow revert
To the you that didn't make me hurt
It seems that was so very long ago
For some reason my heart won't let you go
May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 8:16 AM UTC
there was a time long ago in the future
of humanity that folded minds into light
the stars were bright and meaningful
to all who knew the words gone past
history of dreams dogma far exceded
walking backwards into the present
what else is there but we be here now
imagine a life that is imagined
call the spirits call the gods definitions
concepts of the creator weakly shared
ignorance is exaltation wisdom is bane
yet the sky is blue sometimes or pitch
no one exists or ever has a being
we see smell hear taste and touch
a dog is always here for some reason
and will tell me what is true perhaps
the corps on the ground is my own
i turn away and travel a stagnant path
Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 8:24 PM UTC
many moons ago, i wished for growth
my own wishes have been granted
heart filled rivers no longer suspended
thought processes have ascended
became my recommended
became my #1 investment
many moons ago, i held you close
my dread is now all my own
haunted by images, pursuing solo
independent rivers
follow the erratic flow
Oct 7, 2022
Oct 7, 2022 at 4:59 PM UTC
The wayy she smiles.
Sputter out of controlling remorse, taken all of his energy.
Notably chalk.
That waits in his knee.
But then you sneeze.
Mostly realize.
That you've got it all.
And none in a hug that was in the fall.
Garrett Johnson.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
heather is a feminine body
in a suede chair under charcoal ceilings
perry is wearing
sweaters to evening dinners
katie is a black light poster
in newspaper print
alex is an origami sailboat
spoon feed yourself some more cathleen,
the cats are waiting
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 4:07 PM UTC
fifteen hundred year
i eat my rutabaga
so happy am now
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 3:23 AM UTC
the present is now
told a thousand years ago
and we stand conscious
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
You entered
the gardens
at noon
the sunflower
took a bow
and the rose bended low
it wasn't the fragrance
you wore
tangible
it was the aura
that I saw
love
unsurpassed
gentle and kind
a reinvention of you
will never ever
cross my mind.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
21 hours ago
received the message below,
from a fellow poet, here,
now somewhat, more disappeared,
resting in the shady quietude of
Elliot's servers
a mere 21 hours ago,
a thunderbolt telegram
of virtual dots and dashes,
well received
she,
whose name
you have forgotten,
even if you knew it back when
and,
I shan't knowingly now reveal...
***perhaps if you were
one of the
multiyear variates,
still here, still seeking
solutions
to the
equations of the
human formulation,
one of the veterans of the
early word wars,
when the line between fellow poet
and human being was full of
invitational openings,
tween those dots and dashes,
we all eagerly entered those places,
crossing over into
those human openings,
making poets into friends,
yes,
if you webbed here back then,
you may have known her too...***
21 hours ago -
"there's a reason
I got to know you,
even though that might
sound silly.
In a way,
you saved me
two summers ago..."
~~~~~~
this message,
teaches me to remember
the power of words
supercharged,
be careful what you
write,
you just might save a
soul...
didn't not ken, well enough
the pressurized curve of her bend,
though read all her private journals,
her thesis academic,
her private ascetic analysis
and poems that milked & masked
the angst of a life
really real hard
today
reread,
tried anyway,
two years of messages
***could not feign
the pain
unintentionally recovered
while looking for
clues to myself,
this purported savior***
all I recall is
a woman near her ends
woman near no means
but knowing the meaning of
the power drink meaning of
"just going on"
that was dug deep in between,
and how we traded poems
for each other,
and I called her,
daughter
but from now on and within,
when I see a message
time stamped
21 hours ago
I'll be
better ready
for the
explosions of myself
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
it's not the sound that you miss
or the view
or even the touch
or the lips
or the sound of the walking shoes
rushing forward in a stamping blitz
halted by the shadow's looming lightlessness
its not any of this
what you miss is knowing
knowing that you're not standing next to the wind
or particles drifting through your hands-
but knowing
that someone is there
and they have no plans of going-
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
What is faith
but an empty promise
to a God
that abandoned us
years ago
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Clearer than any settled pool
Brighter than any firework sky
Fresher than any daisy or flower
More real than any polished rock to remind
Falling fast and furious in mind
Like a stonework leaning slow built tower
With a buzzing hum as a furious fly
And sanguine light midst reflective pool
I remember it like it was yesterday
Because it was just 3674 days ago
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
I'm sitting under a canopy of dark green leaves
I don't recognize the breed
You come forward and tell me that a new law has already been discovered
What goes up must eventually come down
The first time I recited one of my poems aloud I drove through the page leaving skid marks shaped like tongue twisters
No one paid attention and when I stepped off to catch my breath I threw up a mouthful of apple seeds that I later dug into the backyard
I moved out before i saw any growth but I promise something rose from the dirt, crooked and shy at first
A medley of anxious nail-biting and approval-seeking
I once knew the secret, the all note worthy testimonial to a meaningful life
But the soup has grown timid and uncertain of where it will go when it no longer holds anything
A toothbrush is born from underneath my skirt
is this cleaning the slate?
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
I still feel the anger of the fight I had 7 months ago.
I laugh at it now, even though I probably shouldn't.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC