I love you though you’re far away,  
or did I misread love’s disarray?  
You’d beat me down, day after day,  
yet my heart still longs for you in a twisted way.

What is this feeling that won’t let go?  
A mix of desire and pain, a tangled woe.  
I pray you’re distant, yet yearn for your embrace,  
a love that’s marred by sorrow, a bittersweet chase.

I want you, yet hate you for the hurt you’ve sown,  
in this conflicted heart, I’m lost and alone.  
Love and loathing dance in a cruel disguise,  
a tormenting truth beneath my tear-filled eyes.

Beneath the boughs of green and gold,  
Where whispers of the past are told,  
He stood, a heart both fierce and shy,  
A question poised beneath the sky.  

His best friend’s eyes, a steady flame,  
Met his, a mix of hope and shame.  
A laugh, a nudge, a teasing cheer,  
Yet now he spoke, and silence near.  

“I love you more than words have dared,  
More than moments we’ve ever shared.”  
The wind held breath, the branches stilled,  
As longing, once hidden, was fulfilled.  

She smiled, the softest, sweetest curve,  
A response that calmed each nerve.  
“I’ve waited for this truth to bloom,  
For love to fill this quiet room.”  

Under the pear tree, old and wise,  
They found their courage, shed disguise.  
Roots entwined, like fates aligned,  
Two souls confessed, no longer blind.  

And in that dusk, beneath the leaves,  
They wove a story time believes.  
For love once whispered, once set free,  
Can only grow, like that old tree.

I wish I was happy, but it feels so far, 
A light out of reach, like a distant star. 
Is it too much to ask, to find peace in this race, 
When I’m lost in the crowd, seeking my own place?

I want to be different, to stand apart, 
With dreams that burn fierce in the depths of my heart. 
Yet the world spins around, with a ceaseless hum, 
And I wonder if my time will ever come.

I see myself rising, at the top of it all, 
Where the doubts and the whispers no longer call. 
But happiness feels like a fleeting embrace— 
I chase it, but it slips, like wind in a chase.

Still, I dream in the silence, in the calm of the night, 
That one day I'll shine in my own perfect light.

Shimmy curls in her favorite place,
By the warmth of the fire’s gentle grace.
Her calico fur, so soft and bright,
Reflects in the flicker of the firelight.

With eyes half-closed, she dreams away,
In a world where she chases and playfully sways.
Her tiny paws twitch as she slumbers deep,
In the comfort of a peaceful sleep.

The hearth glows warmly, the night is still,
As Shimmy rests, so calm and tranquil.
A queen of the house, in her cozy domain,
Beside the flames, she’ll always remain.

The river's song in moonlight fell,
A tale she'd weave, a secret spell.
Her waters shimmered, soft and wide,
But she was not to be my bride.

She danced beneath the stars so free,
A silver thread through hill and tree.
I walked her banks in soft embrace,
Yet knew I'd never claim her grace.

Her whispers called me every night,
A gentle pull, a soft delight.
We were the same, her voice would say—
Two travelers, doomed to travel alone.

Though I adored her boundless current,
To clutch at her brilliance wasn't my part.
Her beauty was wild and born to wander,
Her heart a rhythm and her soul a psalm.

And so I watched as she sailed off to sea,
Her waters glimmer till morning be. In her, I found a tender reprieve—
Gladness of love, the beauty of letting go.

I'm proud of me, I stand up tall, 
but then my thoughts begin to call. 
They whisper doubts, they plant the seed, 
of every fear I never need. 
 
I'm happy here, in quiet peace, 
but thoughts demand I must release 
This joy, this calm—they say it’s fake, 
that I should learn from each mistake. 
 
I long to sleep, to rest my mind, 
but thoughts, relentless, stay behind. 
They spin and twist, they speak of fears, 
they magnify my hidden tears. 
 
When I’m confused, they scream and shout, 
“You’re not enough, there is no doubt.” 
Though I resist, they find a way, 
to shake my soul, to cloud my day. 
 
But still I fight, though thoughts may win, 
this battle wages deep within. 
I'll stand my ground, though they intrude, 
gor I am strong, and they’ll be subdued.

In the realm of fizzy delight, 
Coca-Cola, you set things right, 
with bubbles that dance, oh so grand, 
a fresh pop of joy, a sip so planned.

I relish your fizz, that ticklish tease, 
a symphony of burps, if you please, 
each sip a thrill, a fizzy embrace, 
Oh, how you put a smile on my face!

Touch not my can, keep your hands away, 
for this bubbly treasure is mine to slay, 
I’ll sip it daily, through joy and strife, 
Coke, you're the sparkle in my life!

So here's to you, my frothy friend, 
on you, my love, I'll always depend, 
for in every sip, there's a story to tell, 
of a Coca-Cola love, that fits me so well.

My money is my life, a relentless chase,
i work day and night, but it's never in place.
How cold is this currency, slipping from sight,
fleeting and elusive, no matter how tight.

I hate money's game, its cold, distant call,
no matter my efforts, it eludes my thrall.
I chase it through shadows, through dreams and through pain,
yet it keeps running off, like a thief in the rain.

Help me catch this phantom, this slippery guise,
so it won't vanish, and leave me with lies.
In my quest for its presence, I yearn for the day
when money stays close and will no longer stray.

I’m a love guru, or so they say, 
whispering wisdom to couples each day. 
I paint love’s picture, a masterpiece bright, 
yet somehow, my canvas stays blank every night. 

“Just text her back!” or “Give him some space,” 
I solve their dilemmas with effortless grace. 
Like Cupid, I aim, they fall head over heels, 
while my own heart spins like training wheels. 

I’m the matchmaker, the sage of romance, 
helping their love life take off like a dance. 
But when they ask, “So, who’s your sweet thing?” 
I just laugh and shrug— What’s that supposed to mean?

“I guide to treasures,” I say with a grin, 
“Like a pirate with no ship to sail in.” 
They laugh, I laugh, we all share the joke— 
While I Netflix alone, wrapped up in a cloak. 

I’ve got advice for days, for them, not for me, 
an oracle of love who’s still running free. 
So if you ask, “Why are you single, my friend?” 
Just know, this treasure map has no end!

In a world where tech meets tradition's embrace,  
Different generations share the same space.  
Boomers recall when phones had a cord,  
While Gen Z’s like, “What’s a landline? Oh, bored!”

Millennials swipe left, then swipe right with glee,  
Finding love in the pixels, or so it would seem.  
Gen X rolls their eyes, with a sigh and a grin,  
“Back in my day, we didn’t need apps to win!”

And what of identities, vibrant and wide?  
From he, she, they—everyone can decide.  
With labels aplenty, each story unique,  
Expressions of self, not just a technique.

A non-binary friend might just say with a cheer,  
“I’m me, and that’s fabulous, loud and clear!”  
While trans folks remind us, it’s all about choice,  
Embracing our truths, let’s raise up our voice!

So here’s to the ages, and identities bold,  
A tapestry woven, with stories retold.  
In this colorful world, let’s dance side by side,  
Celebrate differences, with love as our guide!

Maybe I'm happy, or maybe I'm not, 
caught in between with the battles I've fought. 
Maybe I'm sad, but I can’t really tell, 
lost in a place where I silently dwell.

Maybe I don’t know the path I should take, 
maybe the choices I make are mistakes. 
Maybe I'm too honest, too raw and exposed, 
Maybe I lie to protect what I hold close.

Maybe I’m longing for space, for release, 
or maybe this chaos will never cease. 
maybe the world’s turned its back on me, 
Or maybe I’m blind to the truth I can’t see.

Maybe I’m foolish, lost in the haze, 
or maybe this is just one of those days.

I love you, I hate you, I pull, and I push,
My heart's in a tangle, a wild, restless hush.
I want you, I crave you, I’m lost in this tide,
No compass to guide me, no place left to hide.

So read through my words, each tangled-up thought,
As if they were notes that confusion has wrought.
Sing me a song, let the melody sweep,
And carry me softly, gently to sleep.

In verses of heartache, in whispers of grace,
Let echoes of comfort find their own place.
For here I am drifting, unsure and afraid,
A soul in a song that the night has replayed

In a city that buzzes, yet feels so alone,  
A heart wanders aimless, a soul overgrown.  
Scrolling through profiles, each swipe feels the same,  
Behind every smile, there's a shadow of pain.

Late nights on screens, where the laughter seems bright,  
But inside there's a struggle, a fading light.  
“Is love just a filter?” they ponder and sigh,  
As emojis and hashtags just pass them by.

Cafés filled with chatter, but they sit in a haze,  
Lost in the noise, caught in a daze.  
“Why can’t I connect?” they silently cry,  
While the world moves around them, they wonder why.

Their heart’s a soft whisper, hidden beneath,  
A longing for touch, but fear feels like teeth.  
They dream of a hand that might hold them so tight,  
But the search for connection feels like endless night.

Yet deep down a flicker, a hope starts to bloom,  
That love might emerge from the depths of the gloom.  
For in this vast chaos, where hearts often break,  
Perhaps one kindred spirit will finally awake.

So they take a deep breath, step out of the shade,  
Embracing the journey, the risk must be made.  
In this modern society, where darkness can creep,  
They’ll chase after love, even if it feels steep.

In a world where sarcasm reigns supreme,  
A mordant life is not just a meme.  
With a smirk and a sigh, they navigate the day,  
Finding humor in chaos, come what may.

Coffee’s too bitter, the toast burned to ash,  
Yet they laugh at the folly, in a cheeky flash.  
“Why fix what’s broken?” they jest with a grin,  
“Embrace the disaster, let the fun begin!”

They stroll through the park, with a cynical flair,  
Dodging the squirrels like they just don’t care.  
“Nature’s overrated,” they quip with a wink,  
“I’ll take Wi-Fi and snacks, that’s my kind of sync!”

Dinner’s a gamble, a culinary fight,  
Burnt spaghetti? Just call it ‘charcoal delight!’  
With each failed recipe, they raise up a toast,  
“To all of our mishaps—let’s brag, not boast!”

So here’s to the mordants, with laughter they thrive,  
Turning daily drudgery into a lively jive.  
Life may throw curveballs, but they’ll just roll with it,  
In their mordant lifestyle, they’re the ones who commit!

I’m 22, still drifting, 
Not lost, but searching, 
I don’t want hands to hold right now, 
I want to grasp the sky. 

Why can’t I just be me? 
They say love is the answer, 
But I have no questions for it. 
Not now, not today. 
I want freedom that tastes like gold, 
Not promises I can’t breathe in. 

Someday, maybe, 
I’ll find someone, 
When the sun isn’t setting too soon, 
When my heart is calm, not craving. 
But not today. 
Today, I want the world to see me, 
Unfiltered, unclaimed, untethered. 

I have time, but I don’t feel it, 
I have dreams, but they stay just out of reach. 
I want a life I can’t yet touch, 
A life not built on someone else’s heartbeat, 
But the sound of my own, 
Running wild. 

Someday, maybe, 
But not today. 
Today, I choose to be enough, 
For myself, for my dreams, for the world. 
I’ll find someone, 
But first, I need to find me.

Something in the rain, where my tears collide,  
With the ache in my chest that I can't quite define.  
A pain without reason, but it’s heavy and deep,  
In the downpour, I crumble, too tired to weep.  

Something in the rain, when I let go inside,  
Too lazy to move, too numb to decide.  
It’s strange, I laugh it off, don’t know why,  
Maybe it’s easier than asking or trying to hide.  

Something in the rain, reminds me of you,  
The way you would laugh, the joy that broke through.  
Now I'm left with the sound of drops on the ground,  
And the echoes of memories where you can't be found.

In 2016, her luck took flight, 
Ninety-eight million gleaming bright. 
A young lady with dreams so tall, 
Little did she know she'd soon lose it all.

She danced in wealth, she bought, she spent, 
Invested in ventures wherever she went. 
A year of glory, her future seemed grand, 
The world was hers, riches in hand.

But money’s a beast with a playful grin, 
What looks like winning can lead to sin. 
She bought businesses, one after another, 
Until each venture began to smother.

One day her dreams took a sharp turn, 
The businesses crashed, her fortune burned. 
Stocks fell fast, investments sank, 
Suddenly her millions dwindled to blank.

The jokes began, her fortune now gone, 
"I used to be rich! Now where's my dawn?" 
She laughed at the loss, to hide her despair, 
A comedic mask for a life unfair.

From penthouses high to a humble street, 
She learned how quickly wealth can retreat. 
Now she's back where she once began, 
Riches may come, but they sure don’t plan.

So, she reflects as the world rolls by, 
Money may shine, but don’t ask why. 
For fortune's fickle, it comes and it goes, 
In everyday life, who really knows?

Tell me you love me, let the truth be bare,  
I’ve come so far just to feel you there.  
They call me crazy, they don’t understand
I’m only reaching to hold your hand.  

No stories, no guesses, I don’t want lies,  
I’m done with the clouds and faded skies.  
Let silence be filled with what’s real and near,  
Just tell me plainly, that’s all I hear.  

If you ask me to stay, I’ll settle down,  
But honesty’s all that I ask for now.  
Don’t paint the future, just let us see,  
The ending unfiltered, meant to be.  

Let’s water this truth, let it grow, let it climb
Let endings bloom like flowers in time.

If you’ve got a problem, speak it now, 
I don’t have all day, can’t show you how. 
You stir my best memories from the past, 
But I know, in time, they’ll turn to ash. 

I’ve got trust issues, deep as the sea, 
So if you love me, say it honestly. 
Before the sun sinks, and shadows creep, 
Before my mind falls too far, too deep. 

Bad thoughts swirl, a storm in my head, 
Crazy whispers that fill me with dread. 
Don’t bother me when I’m on this edge, 
One wrong word, and I might pledge— 

To forget it all, the good old days, 
Bitter-sweet moments, lost in a haze. 
So much for joy, for laughter’s sound, 
Say you love me, before the sun goes down.

I know who I am, my heart holds the key,  
Not the words he speaks, nor what he sees in me.  
I stand in my truth, in the quiet and still,  
With courage and strength, I bend to my will.  

The power is mine, to shape and renew,  
To craft my own miracle, a life that's true.  
I’ll honor my soul, in the path I choose,  
For staying true to myself, there's nothing to lose.  

In moments of doubt, I’ll rise and declare,  
I am more than his judgment, free from despair.  
A favor I give, to the person I am,  
To stay fiercely loyal to my own inner plan.

I want to be a cat, so sleek and sly, 
but Mom says, "You're already one, my oh my!" 
"Mom, I'm Catholic, that’s not what I mean, 
I meant a feline, all fluffy and keen!"

But she just laughs, says, "Don’t be so daft, 
You’re purr-fect as you are, no need for that craft!" 
Still, I dream of whiskers, a tail, and a hat, 
But I guess for now, I’ll stay where I’m at!

The shadows grow long, they cradle my soul, 
in the stillness of night, I lose all control. 
Afraid of the pain, yet I ache to be free, 
from the weight of the world that’s swallowing me. 

Loneliness clings like a ghost to my chest, 
i’m afraid of the silence, of endless unrest. 
To be left in the dark, forgotten, unknown, 
i fear the cold truth of being alone. 

The world is a painting of sorrow and strife, 
and I’m tired of seeing the sadness in life. 
But the pain still whispers, "Hold on a while," 
even when living has lost all its style. 

I don’t want to stay, but I’m scared to depart, 
so I sit in this silence, alone with my heart.