#movingforward
The voice was familiar, a known unknown,
A shadow with kindness, a face unshown.
They spoke with the warmth of a long-lost friend,
Marking the place where the illusions end.
"I am proud," they whispered, "that you finally see,
The ghost of the person he turned out to be."
Then the air turned heavy, the sky began to tear,
As the comfort of truth met the instinct of fear.
In the flicker of a moment, the scene was redefined:
A battle for existence, a fracture in the mind.
To stay was to vanish, to linger was to fall,
A fight for your life against the weight of it all.
But the struggle is the signal that the veil has been drawn,
The darkest of hours right before the dawn.
The faceless protector was you all along,
The part of your spirit that stayed quiet and strong.
You’ve stepped from the wreckage, you’ve broken the spell,
And fought your way back from a living farewell.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 8:53 AM UTC
I kept a place for you in my days,
waiting for a moment that never came.
You said we were close,
but your laughter lived somewhere else —
in calls, in snaps, in stories
I was never part of.
Still, I kept you in my priority,
while I was only a pause in yours.
And on the last day
all I could say was,
“Thank you for being there.”
You left quietly after that —
like someone
who was never really there at all. 🌙
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:46 AM UTC
_Opening line_ —
Walking from a dream to death,
Waking from death to a dream —
The dream that stole my last breath:
Sleep and life stitched by the same seam.
I am not a beard, yet so much
Of living has been taken by the chin;
Dragged through seasons shaping me,
trimming me down by force than by vision.
Trying to step ahead of everything —
I am a shoebox tied with old string,
Wrapped in a cloudy sheet of memories.
Yesterday's tears gather like unpaid debts,
When even the smallest step feels so _stiff_.
Breath is the essence of life,
But our breath is always leaving us;
Know we’re only guests in these bodies,
Passing through the hours as the hours do
Their grieving — and every inhale reminds
Us that its last exhale is already pre-planned.
And so, waking from death to a dream,
I breathe knowing each breath is a door
Quietly closing behind me — I keep walking,
Pushing forward, opening the next door
Even as the last one fades. _Closing line._
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 2:42 AM UTC
I find myself in a land of plenty
One formed by my touch
And in this place so robust
I rest in warm symmetry
.
.
.
When I was young, no mark in mind
I sat still for you to notice
Reading words, but on you focus
Opportunity at our meeting sign
Long we talked, long as friends
Notions perceived
in words received
in time we walked in lovers glen
As we grew, adults in day procure
but evening more we cared
for childish laughter shared
foretelling a future joy ensured
while it is true I kept you at bay
For thought of safety
past hurt of a doleful lady
would not pursue, duplicate such decay
In leu of this you took no regard
For it seemed when thought of me
By love demand in loves decree
Your plan outwit my standards far
Little I could argue, little rebuttal made
For your argument not bending
Did insist my constant lending
And I concurred in passions play
.
.
.
When I could move, I did so dutifully
in motion tandem interchanged beautifully
some echo of the past, mourning to lose
And paid no mind of frightful whisper woos
A fortress built, only to us was known
A secret escape and safer home
With base of granite and walls within
Door revealed by lovers grin
Then at moments struck
Changing fate in moments pluck
Presently old self forgotten
When in time our daughter begotten
From sound I knew
And change in colors hue
More than myself I saw had shifted
Thereafter this new self in me was gifted
.
.
.
I walked ahead, never losing track
Attempt at future change perceive
To maintain our coupling conceived
Indulging fully- never looking back
No treacherous turn was made
Our journey on it went
Nor wasted was time that lent
No contest when comparison others bade
Long maintained, this fortress built
none had ever seen it
only could they dream it
Observing life so free of wilt
Perfection never seen, but surely felt
Thinking perfection limit reached
But perfection, sneaking in it peaked
greater still when second daughter love dealt
.
.
.
Now I sit in my castle the pride that they've taught
Free it seems
In a perfect dream caught
an echo, quieter now amid the breeze
observing my girls, wife at my side
They jump and play -
fairies in summers day
My love, who’s lips banish echo’s wight
Echoes quiet now, but haunting figure intrudes
It doesn’t engage
Just reveals in sun ray
Seeing only visions faint, and disregard it choose
In our home it caused no rotting
it never tampered with Life’s dealing of cards
opinion remains, regardless of spotting
simply a perfect life with a ghost in the yard
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
I woke up and the world was still
Painted in yesterday’s shadows.
My name, a whisper I barely answered.
I counted the losses like bruises
Each one a secret I wore under my clothes.
You don’t wake up brave.
You wake up empty.
And sometimes, that’s enough.
I made coffee with trembling hands,
Opened the windows, let in October
No one tells you the sky doesn’t change
Just because someone broke your heart.
No one tells you the sun will rise
With or without your permission.
So, I let the morning floor my room
Like forgiveness,
Let it paint all over the worlds I never said.
I am still here,
Even when I wish I wasn’t
I am still here,
And today, that’s the revolution
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
Once,
they were everything to you—
the family you never wanted,
the friendly shoulder
that listened,
though perhaps it went in one ear
and out the other,
because their lives
always mattered more.
College adventures,
laughter and memories,
the thrill of first love,
the marriages,
the secrets shared in circles of music,
as if drunk together in some bar.
The victories,
the illnesses,
the heartbreaks—
all of it left behind.
Because you asked for growth.
You asked for maturity.
You asked for expansion.
You asked to be well.
And the universe,
far wiser than you,
took you away.
Because to grow,
to expand,
to finally be well—
you had to leave them
behind.
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
They are not
the only people in the world.
They are just a chapter
in my story—
maybe not even that.
Perhaps only a paragraph.
Because I am a book
with a million pages,
and I still have
so many stories
left to tell.
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
When you remember
of your old friends
the friends who didn’t stand by you—
when all you needed was space and safety
to face your own fears and mistakes,
remember the ones who did.
The ones who fought for you.
The ones who believed in you.
Not by excusing your failures,
but by handing you back
the responsibility to live fully.
Not stuck in the same routine—
house, work, church—
but alive, awake,
choosing something more.
Yes, some friendships ache.
But it’s better to walk with those
who lift you out of victimhood,
than with the ones
who would rather keep you
right where you are.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
When you feel trapped in the past,
remember why you walked away.
They may have blocked you,
hidden you,
erased you—
but wasn’t it you who begged for release?
Yes, it’s sad.
It was a friendship of years.
But when the walls began to crumble,
they chose the one who arrived later—
not you.
Not you, who was there from the start.
Who gave sweat, blood, and tears
to fuel their dreams.
So don’t forget.
It hurts now,
but being alone
is the better choice.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
Flip the page
That's what it feels
I'm doing
But right now its
Blank
I can't turn back
But its blank
I can't turn it either
Finally it catches me
Letters are forming
They have been
Only I can now
Finally see them
How long must I wait
On I know
I wonder where
This New Chapter takes me
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
Everywhere I turn
Is a memory I have to erase
An outline
I can no longer trace.
So i can enjoy life again
Without you
Stained all over it
Covered in your ink
Burned in my brain
Memories, i wish i could erase.
Itd be the easy way,
Then i’d have no pain.
Your ink bled into me
And washed out any pigment i had left.
I see flashbacks all over this town.
The places I go when I want to reflect,
Are places we had some wild ***
Places we talked for hours
And lost ourselves in
Eachother
Uncovering our purpose
Reminding you that you aren't worthless.
While you held me in your arms
And talked about quantum physics
You stimulated my mind
and my body
That's all I ever needed.
I was at ease,
Could have been eternity.
i also remember,
what our days would progress to be.
Your mind
turned against me.
You just want to be mr. teach
Always leaving in disdain
Feeling empty,
Feeling forbidden,
I gave you another chunk.
You chucked it up to dust,
And I called it love....
I’ve given you more of me than i have to myself
I see the good in you, and the bad too,
I actually see you
And I chose to love you.
Through and through.
Its all I know how to do.
So unhappily happy when im with you.
I had no end goal.
I became so addicted to you,
Even with all the mental abuse.
But when I leave,
i start to feel free.
You only see a glimpse of me.
But I'm still haunted by memories
What we could be
I gave so much,
All you did was take,
Spread hate,
Get irate,
Get me addicted,
And become vindictive.
Now when I go to my safe place,
The sand in my feet,
The breeze in my hair,
The sun kissing my skin
The veil feels thin
All I see is you here.
Spread across the water
Spread across the sand,
the dirt,
and the trees.
I see a million memories at this creek,
Even though you have always been so mean to thee.
You have bled over everything,
Washed out any pigment I had left.
I just want to get back to me.
The one that Dances,
Laugh,
& Sings.
reprogramming,
needs to take place
I'm not in a race,
just need to slow my pace,
though, who knows how many days
It'll take.
Steady, I pave ahead
Purpose, I'm all in.
Walk the path with ease,
With grace.
I know I can't be replaced.
How could i ever forget you?
You will probably never deal with this,
Because you were never there.
Trapped in stagnant air.
I guess i was just someone there.
Someone to talk to,
did you ever try to look underneath?
when you look into my eyes..
your reflection is all you see.
But i see now,
How clear it is to me,
i gave you so much of my time.
You just took from me,
and left me empty.
a lesson, is what you are now.
You taught me,
No matter how much trying,
we are not meant to be.
you were just temporary.
Im sorry for you,
cause youll never find anyone like me.
-klarity
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
Time to have some fun
12 years of school now done
Snooze you lose, time choose
Workforce calls each must decide
Slave to job paycheck career
Tanka
A form of Haiku
Differs in structure
31 syllables
Five lines
Syllable count
5-7-5-7-7
BLT Websters word of the day challenge
May 26 2025
Commemorate
Something such as a plaque, statue, or parade is said to commemorate an event, person, etc.
When it serves as a memorial; it exist or is done in order to recall the event or person. A person or group commemorate an event, person by doing something special in order to remember and honor the event or person.
Footnotes
Graduation ceremonies commemorate the moment when child becomes an adult. Two show they had graduated by the school standards. It should represent a competency to college and job placement and training. If college is an ecological step, your diploma is your ticket. To get into college. Representing 12 years of knowledge.
(Ok perhaps I’m jaded)
Welcome to the rat race
I would not want to be young today
Nobody wants to work
They want everything for free
Moral values are gone
After 12 years of school,
what skills do they have
United States have children
who graduate
without knowing how to read
As a nation
Our test scores are shameful
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
Closure isn’t a neatly tied bow,
not a chapter that ends when we say so.
It lingers in the spaces between,
in echoes of words that were never seen.
It’s learning to live with the quiet refrain,
with questions unanswered, with love left in vain.
Not every thread will find its weave,
not every heart gets time to grieve.
Real closure is walking away unafraid,
knowing some endings will never be made.
It’s making peace with the stories untold,
with messy goodbyes and hands left cold.
So here’s to the silence, the pause, the regret,
to things we move past but never forget.
For maybe the truest closure we find,
is knowing some doors stay open in mind.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
The morning spills through the cracked window,
soft gold brushing against tired skin.
Eyes blink open—not heavy, not lost,
but lighter, as if the night
left with the smoke of yesterday.
No rush, no dread—just breath.
A stretch, a pause, the quiet hum
of a world still turning,
and for the first time in a while,
he wants to turn with it.
The phone buzzes. A name on the screen—
Dad.
He hesitates, then answers.
A familiar voice, steady, warm.
"Son, I just wanted to say... I believe in you."
A lump in his throat,
not of sadness, but something softer—
a thread pulling him back home,
back to himself.
He stands, looks in the mirror.
Not a lost boy, not a failure—
just a man, still walking, still trying.
The city hums as he steps out,
the weight of yesterday left behind.
A crisp shirt, a quiet smile,
the rhythm of feet moving forward.
A new day.
A new fight.
And this time,
he knows he’s not alone.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC
I have gone through life,
But It had no purpose,
A meaningless stride,
Nothing beneath surface,
I have had no goal,
No dreams, no ambition,
Life settled in stone,
A fool on an audition,
In that mindless state,
I have lived for years,
I altered my fate,
Got rid of my fears,
I'm glad I kept going,
Glad I haven't stopped,
This tree keeps on growing,
This soul never dropped,
I wanted to stop,
My meaningless stride,
I wanted to stop,
This life with no pride,
There was an option,
But I never took it,
Life's filled with emotion,
But I do not look it,
I never thought of killing myself,
That was a way I never entailed,
I never thought to hang on a shelf,
I never made a plan so detailed,
I never thought to jump from a height,
I never thought to fall to my death,
To fall from a place where one could take flight,
I never thought to take my last breath,
There was no point of going that way,
That's why I chose to live one more day,
A day in my life, meaningless at times,
A day in my life, a place full of lies,
Now here I stand,
No more beneath surface,
Please give me a hand,
I have found my purpose,
For I found my cure,
For it is to teach,
For it's to make pure,
What others can't reach.
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 8:04 AM UTC
Finally doing laundry,
It’s been two months.
As I sit and I fold,
Careful not to leave wrinkles,
I can’t help but think,
How many more times will I have to pick up the pieces?
As I drive in my car,
Careful to go the speed limit,
The wind caressing my face and arm
As it blows through my windows,
I feel the melancholy sink in.
How much longer will I ache for what has been?
It’s sunny and the warmth radiates downward,
Embracing my body as if to say “Welcome back”.
I can finally feel it again,
My skin is a part of me,
Something I can feel.
How many more times will I lose this feeling?
I’ve spent weeks in a chemical haze,
But not one of my doing.
My brain had once again said “Too much”
And shuddered to a halt,
Spinning out on its way to a restless place.
How much longer will I suffer this fate?
Everything is different,
But it all feels the same.
I’m coming back now from a tiresome journey.
A blast from the past,
I am still exactly who I was four years ago.
How many more times will I lose my sanity?
As I pick up the pieces,
I can’t help but wonder,
How long will I exist in this cyclical race?
When they gave me the pills,
They gave me a life sentence.
How much longer will I last in this unstable state?
Unfortunately, I know.
This is a life sentence.
I will always be at the mercy of these highs and those lows.
There will be reprieves from time to time,
But it will always crumble once again. So I ask myself…
How many more times can I pick up the pieces?
May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 2:22 PM UTC
A heavy weight lay upon my chest.
But then I gave a sigh. Of both, pain and of relief.
The pain of coming to an ending.
The relief of it all being over.
In the pain, I felt grief.
Of what was.
And of what could have been.
In the relief, I felt comfort.
Of letting go of expectations.
And the breaking of a long-held silence.
With that sigh, the weight was released.
In its place, peace took over.
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC
The root of my pain,
Every stretch of communication,
Breaking my own heart ten times over,
Drowning in misinformation.
Which story to believe,
He said this, she said that,
Some dice have many faces,
Who wears the true hat?
A storyteller spins many stories,
Embellishes to add flare,
Who is telling this story?
Should the reader be aware?
We come back cause its easy,
I know this to be true,
Alas, the road less taken calls me,
This chapter ends with you.
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 2:51 PM UTC
Fuzzy
Little brain of mine
Wanders about the earth
Wondering when and where
The light switch
will come on
The window sings to me
songs of something.
Blurry noise
hidden in a vase.
That once held red roses
Calls to me
Announcing
I am to quiet
To still
To be filled with confusion
and if I don't move now
I will never be more than
Somebody that once was
Wandering and Wondering
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
Are you familiar with that feeling?
The one you get when you finish a good book,
Or when your favourite TV series ends?
Or even, when one chapter of your life closes,
And you have to step through the threshold of a new page?
Well that threshold, for me
Has always been a great towering wall.
I'd always have the means to climb,
But never will I want to or feel like I should.
It seems that I'm needlessly clutching at straws,
While the guns of change point to my temples, drawn.
Somehow, I eventually had to scale through the fears,
And just nick a few pieces from every threshold I pass.
You know, when days are looking pretty cloudy ahead,
I'll just reach in my pocket and look at them
To see how much has moved, and smile.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
the pain must be
becoming more and more
unbearable each day,
and we have to continue
walking away from each other
when all we ever wanted
was to run
towards each other's arms.
so how about
we do this, my love?
how about we go on
with our day,
pretend we're going
to see each other
the very next day,
and face things
with excitement today?
how about we go on
with our breakfast, lunch,
dinner, and snacks in between,
and pretend we're going
to dine together tomorrow?
how about we sleep tonight
without crying our eyes out
to the memories of us
and pretend that tomorrow,
when the sun rises from the east,
we'll wake up
to see ourselves
next to each other?
how about we repeat
being hopeful every day,
looking forward
for the tomorrow
that holds you and I
in one page,
until we can
no longer remember
what we are ridiculously
holding onto
and we're just truly happy
with our lives
without each other?
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC