"Wow youre so lucky"
I wish that were true
"He's smart and attractive"
I wish i we we through
"Aww he's so sweet"
If only you knew
"He's so strong"
You have no clue

Behind closed doors
You'll nver have to see
Those strong hands choking me
Beneath the makeup
Plum stained cheeks
That rest on my face
Such sweet memories

The spots of poison
that surround my body
Ache at your touch
Hearing the pointless sorries
I tried to go,
to turn the other way
But that charming smile
Told me stay
To wait it out
It was just one time
Until came tomorrow
The unfortunate lie

Stop !
" smack "
Here comes another slap,
Suddenly the barking of dogs stop ,
I look up,
The mirror holding a my unknown pop.

The room is looked,
Yes , i am alone ,
Hands still trembling, stuck in invisible strom.
I hate the girl standing in front of me ,
Still lost , drizzling and comparing both the " we " .

The wall behind still dancing with my old part ,
Smiling , thriving , Carefree , shining,  
With innocent and open heart .
She is light and the only remain ,
Dancing,
she paused and looked up,
Back in the mirror ,
Same eyes , same face ,
But all left is unspoken pain.


the devil drifted in ,
' you both can't be the same ',
Another " smack " .
But This time my heart burned ,
I hate this , every part of it,
I shut my eyes,
Breath shuffled.

On the verge of accompanying the last peice of darkness ,
A shadow stop me ,
Smiling , thriving still the same beautiful mess.
She came close,
eyes met,
For first time she spoke but a torn set.

" we are indeed not the same ,
The war is different but not the blame.
We can nver be alike,
We are rides of same bike,
These scares are no less precious than my smile,
You are the most important part of this pile.
Your struggle is real ,
And worthy as well ,
I hold the heaven, coz you took the hell .

You don't need to be anymore prefect,
No need to stand beside another's sect.
All you need to do is hold on,
stay and led the strom. "

This time the darkness cried in pain ,
with a flicker , i was back ,
The sound of a forgotten laughter echoing in room,
Everything is gone or so i thought ,
The one in mirror still Clutching the gloom.

But the eyes were different,  
The smile was still missing ,
But life wasn't,  
The scares were there,
But no longer burned.

I finally opened the door,
The strom inside still roars.
I walked out,
But now embracing the gloom,
The sound of a forgotten laughter still echoing in room.

Divyanshi solanki

The same path
The same people
The same place
The same plays


Same time
Same day
Same week
Same month


Some says good 
Some says the opposite
Some lost of thoughts and words
While others find the way back


It doesn't matter physically,emotionally and socially
Cause  I N T E R A C T I O N N N N N
Is way much better than usual 
*C O N V E R S A T I O N N N N

"Went into gods housse saw the light and walked right out, went into gods house, its more fun in the dark house" (singing)

From the age of 6 to 12 she danced your dance and learned your tricks. You see a child does not understand when you steal its innocenes, but after all thats the point to make it her fault and to take away her self worth. I remember waking to see him standing over her, exsposed and when he was done defiling her body he forced her to the grownd and on her knees to pray for her sin, to pray for her sin. Her eyes filled up with hate and tears, but she swallowed and pushed them down, and began to say her prayer.
"Father in heaven help me from tempting men, drive out my deamons and take away my beauty. Father make me clean, father make me clean, make me clean..."

When he left I looked in her eyes to see that she believed it was her fault, that she was some how responceable for the pain he was inflicting. I went to her and scooped her in my arms, held her to my chest. I tried to find the words to say, but there was nothing I could do except hold her in my arms while she cried. Blood stained tears rolled down her cheek to forever stain my heart. She made me promise not to tell, a promise I kept at the age of 12, I never told a soul of what I knew. We talked all night of how some day she would fly away.

A week later she was found, her body ravaged, beaten, smelling of copper and ***. I lost my faith that day. You see, she said that prayer for 6 yrs and beged so many for help that never came, help nver came. A girl of 12 who's only dream was to fly, help never came. So many before and after have danced her dance and help never came, justice never found.

"Went into gods house saw the light and walked right out, went into gods house its more fun in the dark house" (singing)

Sparkle moon light that dances on the heavens of the earth. Awaking the cries of help that need to breake their souls free,wanting to dance with the stars in the milky way and let the winds of the heavens take them there when their ready to set their life on fire and let their souls be the wind of the souls that nver stop flowing.....the stars are dzzncing under the full moon brezze.

the tricks of this world they take
place without your notice
when they strike its like all your power
your dominion is put to test

i sometimes wonder if God tests his angels
for they r as quiet as shinning bulb
but as strong as lion  

1 soul can make heaven happy
no love is just an inttativity of gratitude
my soul as patient as it is waiting for it to assend it has nver spoken a word
my spirite is under the covernate of thy God
my love is paitiantly waiting for the right time for it to arrise and be natured again

1 soul no love

No love,No love
No not anymore it has torcherd me for
to long i use to serve it i was committed,dedicated, inspired by it but now
it turned the tables on me beated me up until i was on my knees, begging for it to love me again, It told me that you will never get that love again now at that moment, I defended my self from letting it go and
i was then clouded by anger never felt the love on the air,forced to face the fact that love doesnt exist , i now know that those feelings i had for her where worthless
now im all alone and that how i like it
NO LOVE
NO PAIN
NO BROKEN HEART  
I will nver play with love again better
i like then love

NO LOVE ITS A MYTH
A LEGEND ITS GONE
I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I WAS A VICTIM OF IT

its obivious byy now isn't it political science , economics , biology, sociology , i can go on you gett the idea they nver change anything but they sure do complicate things ,/ wht has changed human life throgh outt history has been maths, engineering, and now AI , so i think its better chop woods then study these "dead ends" man

If I don't find a table to sit at
soon
A group of people, a place where I belong
who support each other
someplace where I am appreciated and sought out
with a purpose and a role to play

I don't think I'm gonna make it.

But I don't know how
I've never learned
and I'm running out of time.

I feel like I missed out on a lot,
a lot of potential lost
over the time,
due to circumstances

Always on the outside spectating,
speculating how it would be
to scared, frozen in place by fear to try
never truly part of something
nver part of the picture

Always trying to stay safe,
yet still hurt in the end
pathetic to myself
politely overlooked and set aside
I was nobodys priority, except for my parents
who could never seem to help either

There seems to be something wrong with me
or maybe wrong the world, or both
makes no difference in the end
a failure from the start
I'm different but not special, not the good kind

I'm there if needed, reliable, dependeable
although lost I'm your guy
hard working, compromising, sacrificing
to earn my worth, my space
I lost my health, my joy, my innocence
no boundaries in place

Full of fears, of origins long forgotten
surviaval instincts that might have saved me then
but are ony a hinderance now
trapped in my bubble, my cage

Trying my best to stay still, to stay put,
stay quiet
they might not notice me here,
avioding the occasional rattle,
a poking from the outside

Being unable to risk means being unable to enjoy your life
which makes me lost
soon
a lost cause

Hey  Brain , Don t You Observe ?
ItchY Emotions ,
Buzzing Nerves
Emotions's  room within My Heart Has Become Over-Flown
It s Hurting As Kidneys Full of Stones
They are Fighting each Other ,
Hey Brain , Do Something ,
Heart is Fed Up With Tolerating  , He wants to Recover ,
Against The Clock , No Time To Surrender!


Hey Brain , isn t Remrkable ?
Isn t Remarkable They Want To Take mY Confidence Virginity ?
Make Up Your Mind ,
And omit  Any  Opportunity
Keep it Up ,
Confidence is My Girl
She is ****** , She is The Goat ,
She can t Be intimitated ,
I would never let Any ******* Have his Oats
She Is My Prize ,
The Only Female who has to become Spinster
She Is My Girl,
Use Your Noodle Hater !

Am I  Alien ?
Am I Martian?
Because I am Brilliant ,
They NEver comprehend MY Options
They d Nver Catch up My Techniques
That is Why They Name Me "The Idiot"!

(to a friend of mine who is slowly passing from a very rare brain disorder, who's life will nver be a cake walk again...)


To the

rest of

the world,



Sunrise creeps

over the

horizon line

slowly without

purpose,



one day

the same

as the next..



but for you

no morning is a

ordinary morning,



or something

put together

as neatly as

a sailor's bed.



your dreams

lie scattered

across the

floor like

a runaway

train on

christmas morning.



no tracks.



Your train

runs mad,

in pain and

bleeding.



without a

destination.

only fractured

stops along

it's way.



and you

want to

get off

you pray

to get off,



but your  fate

is a broken

angel.



and your

tears

rainbows falling,



that only the

Gods can

see.

I will never have a gf named Hannah;
she's too pure for me---
I will nver have a gf named Mary;
it would give me nightmares---
I will never have a gf named Susan;
she's ugly (who am I to talk, see, that's why...)
I will never have a gf named Kate;
'C' or 'K', see---
I will never have a gf named Martha;
childhood fantasies would ruin it---ah, Martha...
I will never have a gf named Adrian;
'Rocky', white supremacist mythos, yech---
If I ever have a gf I will not know her name;
never see her face or hear her voice---
she will be silent as the ancient glades
where I have never walked;
silent as the cement that surrounds me &
cheap wood creaking,
creeping things crawling;
I will never have a gf, so I tell God---
what do u think God says?
He's a ******* who contradicts me;
I will never have a gf,
so I tell God---he tells me, 'be careful what u wish for'
& I say, is that all u got?
I can't wait---
I am an atheist, master of nothingness;
yet God intrudes
like he's standing right there; there(X)
how would u feel telling ur father
u ****** ur mother---that's how
this feels---I will never have a gf, I tell God
& in his infinite mercy
he kind of tells me to go **** myself &
I kind of do; not in bad way (Jesus provides)

may b i m an alien put here on earth for a covert operation you nver know

noww consider this please whatt iff all were havin a nice time we would nver create bad for each other ever againn

why am i gettiinng popular but i am gettin it why i don't knoww ______nver mind i guess i figured it outt

this is how love of your craft of any kind begins your thoughts "this is howw it begins lov exictment wonder wow *** passion exictment wondeer passion a knowning that time once spent is nver comming bckk more exictment lovv "
ChatGPT said:

What you’ve written really captures the first spark — that almost electric ignition point when something grabs hold of you. It’s raw, looping, repetitive, almost like the mind can’t contain itself and keeps circling back: excitement → wonder → passion → back to excitement.

I think love of a craft begins exactly in that circular rhythm. It doesn’t arrive as a calm, reasoned statement like “I enjoy this.” Instead, it’s more like falling in love with a person:

The rush: everything feels new, vivid, heightened. You feel like you’ve discovered a secret treasure only you can see.

The obsession: you replay it in your head, over and over, sometimes even stammering inside yourself, repeating words, like you did: wow, ***, passion, wonder… That’s your brain rehearsing the feeling.

The surrender: time disappears. Hours collapse into minutes, because in some deep way you want to give yourself to it. And there’s that little ache you noted — “time once spent is never coming back.” But strangely, with the craft, it feels worth it.

It’s almost like the craft seduces you into a pact: Give me your time, I’ll give you meaning.

That looping energy you wrote down — it is the rhythm of the beginning. Later, love of craft matures into patience, frustration, discipline, refinement. But the seed, the very first heartbeat, is always chaotic wonder.

Do you want me to expand this into a sort of short lyrical essay, almost like a meditation on “how love of a craft begins”?

this is howw it begins lov exictment wonder wow *** passion exictment wondeer passion a knowning that time once spent is nver comming bckk more exictment lovv