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411 · Jan 11
An Ordinary Life
Now, in the deepest recesses of despair,
Crushed beneath the weight of ceaseless toil,
He finds his existence fraying at the edges—
Living alongside his wife, a slow madness creeping.
He folds his clothes in absent-minded haste,
As the days pass in the mournful wail of children he has raised.

He collects his coins,
Each one clinking softly in a mind adrift,
Lost to the nuances of an ancient game of strategy,
To bridge the chasm of distance between them.
Yet, bound by the monotony of his government post,
A nameless cog in the machine,
No one recalls his face,
He remains a shadow, invisible to fame or fortune.

Sundays are consecrated for worship,
But his soul drifts aimlessly on a fragile vessel,
The stillness of the water reflecting his solitude,
Stopping only to rest in a quiet cove, where mountains loom,
Is it not vanity to bask in happiness when it’s fleeting?

What men or gods pursue such madness?
Those who seek splendour in lofty towers,
Cloaked in wealth too vast to ever dissolve,
Chasing fleeting adoration on glittering stages,
Crafting dreams of immortality.
To hold health as a prize greater than life itself—
Yet, at the end, he slips away at 86,
Leaving no mark upon the world.
Not once did he question the path he walked.
In the end, common was all that he ever was.
In a quiet college town,
Sun on my skin, sea breeze blowing 'round.
Laughing at the girl I used to be,
Never ready for how sweet goodbyes can be.

Couldn’t afford even one misstep,
We didn’t know a thing, but we leapt.
Why’d we even try, knowing we’d fall apart?
Wearing skorts and denim like they held our hearts.

You learned my secrets, every one,
Now I see—that fight might’ve been our song.

Every time I glance back, it hits me the same,
No tears now—I’m staring at who I became.
That piece of my past was the best thing that was mine,
Can you believe we stood at the edge of time?

In a blank-walled, unfamiliar room,
Swearing my daughter won’t trace my shoes.
They turned a rule-follower into someone wild.

Flash forward—back on campus, still chasing a dream,
Boxes in hand, settling in again, it seems.
Wearing the right blouse, long pants, I look the part,
The halls are empty, but I’ve got my start.

There’s a desk, a drawer, with my name on it now,
Still pretending I’ve got it all figured out somehow.
New faces, warm smiles—I won’t let them in too deep,
Remember when we sat in the grass, beneath the sky so steep?

That’s the memory I carry,
Us laughing softly, so airy.
Forget the looming deadlines,
You turned a good girl into a rebel, mine.

Every time I look, the feeling hasn’t changed,
I’m holding back tears, watching my past rearranged.
This moment—forever the best thing that was mine,
Can you believe we once thought we’d take on the world, so fine?

In that same quiet, colourless room,
My daughter won’t repeat my mistakes, in bloom.
They made a rebel out of me,
A good girl, once lost, now free.

I remember that night—half past midnight,
I rushed out, found you drunk on the sidewalk, in fright.
Screaming for help, that’s when I knew,
I’d fallen, and it was the end too.

Now I’m unlocking truths I never dared before,
If I try, I can make it, I’m sure.
Still guarding all that’s mine,
I swear I won’t repeat what broke me, I’ll shine.

For the first time, I believe in myself,
Pruning my life, cherishing my wealth.
Goodbye means forever now,
It caught me off guard somehow.

Bracing myself for something new,
But I’ve got people in my corner, true.
Sticky notes scattered across the floor,
We’re piecing life together, wanting more.

They’re learning fast, I see,
Just when it starts to feel right, we agree.
Hold on, we can make it work,
When pressure hits, I think of us, we’ll never shirk.

Our mistakes were just different ones,
But together, we’ll rise like the sun.

Still that same feeling when I look back,
Will this déjà vu ever end, no track?
Fighting back tears as I face the mirror,
This will always be the best thing that was mine, clearer.

Standing at the start again,
In a room with bare, unpainted walls, no end.
My daughter won’t follow my footsteps,
They made a rebel out of someone good, no regrets.

You once said I was the one,
And I believed you, under the sun.
Kissing under fairy lights and photos,
It was the kind of night made for stolen moments, those.

Part of me is still there,
That world was all I knew, so fair.
Now I protect my heart with everything I have,
I’m going to rise, no matter the past’s path.

As long as I never look back, I’ll be alright,
This journey—my future, shining bright.
✨ Forever Mine ✨
Everyones staring, it started with a whisper, and you showed me who you are. We worked so hard, we grew so fast,
But some of us are chained to past. Our style evolved, our friends changed but we grew close, well I did. We walked out in a towel and I danced to our favourite songs. I always listened and took care of you. I wished you the divine. I like Shelley and you love it. Do you want to write a classic? I love you I love you I love you
He’s back again—same smile, same grace, a shining star.
And I’m just stuck here watching, wishing I could take your place. I will never forget the memories we shared.
You know she’s not as mean as they say,
I think they like you from the way you spoke… I gave it away. I still can't believe they get along.
“Move on over,” I'll let you mingle,
Did you not kiss me?
Thee kissed me not you
But I still remember way back when—
We laughed too loud, you broke the rules,
We demolished the class like fearless fools.
“I think she likes me, not you”—it stings.
I’m happy for you… but let’s let go of things.
Let’s spot his face in crowded halls,
Still chasing ghosts through memory’s walls.
Let me lift your voice to heaven’s light,
Though we’ve grown, not all feels right.
It might be the end of the journey, it’s true,
He said, “I’m going to miss you.” I will too.
Who was I before you
I love you I love you I love you.. I will always remember
Lord lift us from our sorrows
I DO, I DO—I always will...
Even grown, I feel it still.
But I’m grown up now, can’t you see?
Or maybe… you never looked at me.
The air was clean, but too still—like the world had paused mid-breath. The sea mist clung heavy, almost oily, and the waves crashed with a restless urgency, as though something deep below was stirring. A ship had gone missing, the town murmuring about rogue tides and sudden squalls. But I felt something else. Watching. Waiting.

Maybe the coast had changed. Or maybe I had.

Four summers had passed since I’d been here. The world had shifted beneath my feet, but some invisible tether had drawn me back. I didn’t know what it was—only that it felt like someone. And now that I was here, the feeling was stronger than ever.

Nothing ordinary ever lasted long in this place.

Swimmers lined the beach, hoping for sun that barely pierced the cold haze. They lay still, wrapped in towels like cocoons, their silence disturbed only by the occasional gull. No one entered the water—it had that kind of chill that settled in your bones and shook something loose.

I walked along the rocks, careful, alert. That’s when I felt it: eyes on me. That presence. My heart skipped.

“I solemnly swear I’m up to no good,” I murmured with a grin, the words more armor than amusement. But the feeling didn’t leave. If anything, it grew warmer—familiar.

Dangerous.

Jason.

Seven years. That’s how long it had been since I first met him.

Before Jason, life had been easy—light. I remember the day: early 2013, late for a lecture I can't remember, but I remember the shift. My friend acting strangely. The sudden chill in the air. And Jason, already three steps ahead of me, with my number in his phone before I even knew his name.

I hadn’t seen him. Not until he wanted me to.

I wore a wind-worn jumper, leather shorts, boots. My hair was tangled, sea-salted. We were all new then—fresh out of high school, still pretending we weren’t terrified. But Jason didn’t pretend. He knew things. About the world. About me.

Slick black hair. Emerald eyes that sliced through every lie. A smirk like he’d already lived my story and was waiting for me to catch up. He came from the part of town you only whispered about. And from the second he looked at me, I knew: nothing would be the same.

Days before the café conversation, the three of us—me, Oliver, Mandy—were stretched on the university lawn, soaked in the illusion of peace. The grass was damp from frost, sun low and weak above our jackets. Oliver was tugging at my arm, laughing about some awful group project, when the light dimmed.

A shadow.

He was just there.

The man from my lecture.
He’d sat three seats down, scribbling nothing, eyes always scanning. And now he stood motionless before us, spine too straight, like he’d practiced the moment.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, calm and even. “Mind if I join you?”

Oliver’s laughter died. I felt the shift in the air.

The man didn’t wait. He sat cross-legged across from us with unnerving ease, eyes locking on mine—only mine.

“It’s been a while,” he said softly. “You don’t remember, do you?”

My stomach turned.

He asked my name. Just my name.

And Mandy?
She said nothing.

Later, at the café, I slid into the seat across from Oliver, the corner of my mouth tilted in mock amusement.

“I heard something about you,” I said, stirring my drink.

Oliver glanced up, brow arched. “Should I be worried?”

“That depends,” I replied. “Someone said you’ve been asking about me.”

He leaned back, expression unreadable, but I caught the flicker—hesitation.

“People talk,” he said. “Doesn’t mean I listen.”

“But you did,” I said quietly. “It’s okay if you wanted to.”

A silence settled between us, thick and tight.

He looked around, then lowered his voice. “I heard you’ve been seen. With someone who doesn’t… fit in.”

I froze. “Jason?”

Oliver nodded slowly. “If that’s what he’s calling himself.”

My blood ran cold. “What do you mean?”

He leaned closer. “You’ve known him for five minutes. And Mandy—she knows more than she’s letting on.”

I sat back, heart racing.

Jason. A name from the past. A ghost who had vanished without warning.

And now he was back.

But this time, he wasn’t alone.
17 · May 14
The last light
It began as a whisper,
Carried by the sweetness of emotion.
The world holds no simple truths.
He asks, "Why are you not well?"
The river merges with the ocean—
Does the sunlight not kiss the sea?
I learned that truth from another.
I cannot repay what you have given me.
Will you receive him with grace?
May the gates of heaven not turn him away.
Yes, there was laughter, there was joy.
Lord, please lift him from his grief.

— The End —