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Stand before your mirror.
Look yourself in the eye.
Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.

Ask the question
you fear the most.

If you dare to listen,
truth won’t lie.
Some truths don’t come from others — they come when you finally stop lying to yourself. This is not an accusation. It’s a mirror.
This didn’t happen overnight,
pushed all boundaries out of sight.
Don’t know their next step but it can’t be right.
Their grubby hands covering your eyes,
wicked tongues whispering blatant lies.
No confirmation for their alibis.

If a group of like minded people
can storm the Capital why not a steeple?
A sanctuary that’s built for predators.
For those who stormed Capitol Hill
why can’t they now go in for the ****?
Maybe too busy running from creditors.
I’m just so annoyed with the American void.

So many questions all over a vote;
they tried to mutiny like on a boat,
but now not asking why there’s no note.
With all those riots that were in the street,
willing to take a bullet or join the line to be beat,
no asking why someone special got an extra sheet.

If a group of like minded people
can defeat police then why not the bald eagle?
Just another symbol for freedom and justice’s joke.
For those who stormed Capitol Hill
does it not drive you crazy to now stay still?
Maybe too distracted by the war of Pepsi vs Coke.
I’m just so annoyed with the American Void.

If people can go missing why can’t files,
same with pedophiles and certain isles?
It’s funny how they gave away,
the ones we already knew what they’d say.
If people can go missing why can’t files,
same with pedophiles and their trials.
It’s funny how they gave away,
the records of JF & ML K.

Apparently there’s a minute missing every night
I guess we know when the time to strike is right.
“They’ll look at the tv and say ‘that’s too bad’ and go back to their TV dinners.”
Truth bends to the eye that sees it.
Some truths stand fixed like stars in the sky,
But many shimmer like reflections in water-
Shifting with the angle ,
dancing with the light
Once you taste freedom, once its beauty has settled in your heart,
you will battle with the intensity of a whole legion to protect it.
Among all treasures, liberty reigns supreme.
The freedom to love as one desires.
The freedom to love whomever one chooses.
The freedom to express oneself.
How can one genuinely love another without the liberty to do so?
For a soul brimming with determination and independence,
take away from me my freedom,
and you may as well deny me breath.

-Rhia Clay
You say your demons haunt you.
But I’ve stared into worse —
and they blinked first.

If yours would face me,
I’d burn them down with truth and fury,
one by one,
until your name was free.

But they don’t.

They wear your face.
Speak with your voice.
And you…
you still call them home.

So I wait.
Not because I’m weak —
but because this battle is not mine to win.
It’s yours to start.

But when you do?
I’ll be there. Sword drawn. Fire ready.
Not to fight for you —
but with you.
This piece is a vow — not to save her, but to stand beside her. A battle cry wrapped in love.
Inspired by watching someone I love wrestle with pain, trauma, and inner demons they call home.
I don’t fight their fight. But when they rise… I’m there.
— Vazago
The start of anything new
often goes askew
in at least a way or two,
but don’t worry,
just be you,
and don’t write a lie
or try to pry
the words in the slightest.
They always know the best.
I write until something clicks. If it doesn’t click, I’m out of luck. If it feels true and just flows, that’s what I keep. It’ll come out in the shape it’s meant to be in—even it’s all over the page. Written in July 2025
What a person you are,
What a person you claim to be.

Who do I see in-front of me?
Are you happy the way you are now?
Aren’t you tired of playing jester in-front of everyone?

Face your reflection without a mask.
Maybe you’ll find some comfort on this falsehood that you claim you don’t have.

Why does a person need to lie to have the things that their heart desires most.
Is it not better to build a house where the foundation is made of concrete and not plastic?

Is it not possible for you to be a person of truth?
Oh, how I wished you would turn up for the better.

But instead you showed up for the person that you always were,
a person that hid beneath the surface a person made of pure false virtue.
Artis 6d
The same eyes that cry for you,

They lie to you. 💔
Dylan A 6d
I was tied to the train tracks.
For all the horrible things I didn’t do?

I had a small knife.
What’s the point?
It’s dull.

I could try,
but it’d be endless.

It started as a rumor, that morning.
By my last class, gym,
it was the fourth time they pushed me.

What’s the point of getting back up
if it’s dulled to happen again?

I’d let them,
especially him,
crush my skull until I died.

The funny thing is,
the rumor was true.

I did have a crush on him.
I was just a boy.
Arna 7d
"Stay away from the people who behave or talk sweetly.
Sugar is injurious to health even sugar-coated words."
Not all sweet things are safe — some leave scars wrapped in sweetness.
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