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Gone are the twinkling lights on the trees
And christmas decor
Gone is 2024
The holiday magic
Went ant-climatic
The world remains the same..
It did nothing to stop the chanting of war,
Or the evil that 2025 has in store
Now that the numbing is gone
the reality of life is back,
Hitting us strong
It will only get worse from here,
So god bless us in this holy new year
And may the celebratory cheer
Not disappear,
But stitch humanity together,
To protect our beloved kin
from harm and fear
Let us have
Faith
In the ending of violence,
The wiping of of tears.
We all must hope and pray that the wars around the world are put to a stop
  Jan 11 thyreez-thy
Musa
Loving you slowly tore me apart,
A price I paid with an open heart.
The day I met you, I thought I’d be whole,
I thought you were perfect, the key to my soul.
I thought you’d bring peace, a love so deep,
But I was wrong, neither you nor I could keep.
Neither were you perfect, nor was I ever free,
Still, I loved you, though it swallowed me.

I gave my all, hoping you’d feel the same,
But you stayed distant, as I played the game.
I kept reaching out, but you pulled away,
And slowly, love slipped into disarray.

Even as your touch left me in pain,
I stayed, lost in the weight of your name.
Tears fell, hiding the hurt I knew,
For all my pain began with you.
  Jan 11 thyreez-thy
Antonio
in this world, my powers might be limited in some areas ,
but in my manuscript from inside i feel like the egyptian kings when i touch your hand,
would sway with me and let the our minds combine and lose time?
cause even in my wicked ways i always succeed to say goodnight.



racing is the hobby in my heart and my insatiable desires for love and hype
will not let me touch the floor, see the plan and speak the goodnight
yea
  Jan 11 thyreez-thy
3
lately life feels like an invisible fire,
doused in methanol,
hot on my heels.

so, Vigiles, lay into me a firebreak,
right down my spine,
quench the fiery blood.

make me a dormant hearth full of cinder,
promise me to colder nights.

just don't forget to bring a match,
bring the spark to my thatch.
did you know that methanol fires are invisible to the human eye during the day?
  Jan 11 thyreez-thy
Tye
There is a certain peace
In staring over the edge,
Into the void,
And seeing the ruined path
Laid out for lost souls,
Curving and bending, through
The barren trees of time,
And frozen dust of space.

Seeing that path,
Feeling its ridges dig into your toes,
And the pull, like an anvil
In the pit of your stomach,
Trying to tip you over the edge.

Making eye contact with
Your maker and theirs,
Feeling the icy chill of finality,
And call of the sirens
In your tired spine.
Knowing that you control
Whether to take the first step.
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