Wednesday, November 12, 2025

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Can’t trust the weather man
Who for years never predicted rain
‘Cause we’ve partied through storms
Fueled by generations of pain
The children have joined us
You see they old enough to take a hit now
Lean over, don’t fall down
Old enough to bring a bottle
Bring the whole crew ‘round!
And the next rounds on me
Too fearful to change
Learned from my family
Watched them do the same — cope!

And I’ve been dealing with shame
‘Cause I finally looked around
There were no presents, no balloons,
not even a clown!

Mixing uppers with downers
Trauma only taught us to drown
Our gifts? They’d been passed down
And was soon pawned off
When we needed a quick fix
Swore we’d get ‘em back
But what year is it?
This right here is all we ever knew

Decided I wanted more
Perspective shift, felt more was in store
The clouds parted for me
My clothes are no longer drenched
I heard birds chirping
While sat on park bench
So I sing wit ‘em,
Sun dried my eyes
Took control back
Gave thanks to the sky

Sunday, October 4, 2025

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Winds blows through blades of grass
Through twisted strands of hair
It is during these moments
I allow myself to not care
About perceptions, expectations
About making others proud
About how I choose to express myself aloud

The dragonflies take flight
Across the grassy knoll
The young children lie down
And as their bodies roll

I close my eyes and face towards
The sun — which cradles me close
In a warm, gentle embrace,
The future — unwritten and yet
My freedom, my escape
Is held in my hand, in the form of a pen
Taking my far beyond
Where fear has ever been
With my heart on my sleeve

As my commander — it leads, I follow it
To that which I have always dreamt,
Devoted and true
Fulfilling wishes and promises
I never outgrew

Thursday, July 10, 2025
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And I gave up hunting for it
Chose to actually live
Found in each moment
It began by teaching kids
Let them and you ignite me
A renewed love for life
My passion now overflows
Emotions conveyed through prose

The sky is cloud covered
I’m an imitation in yellow
— genuine flattery!
Dressed up in optimism
Joy dawned on me
There were flowers at the door
I took the morning slow
Went to the garden to explore

The past will remain that
There was much to be released
A full moon on my twenty-ninth?
I’ve earned this peace

Saturday, June 21, 2025
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What I wouldn’t give to hear my name played on the lips of another. But maybe it’s better that you’re a wordless storyteller — a rhythmic muser, strumming from a soul level, no sheet music necessary. You called out to me, thankfully, because I never learned to read people’s intentions from paper but rather from how they evoke emotions within. I can’t play but I write my wrongs on nights like this when the world is quiet, the bottle has seeped in and I’m spilling truths from my pen into a journal I considered discarding. ‘Cause it’s filled with thoughts of a you that never existed. My own fault. I was caught in your rift, left torn between what could’ve been and what’ll never.

Monday, May 26, 2025
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Listen closely and you’ll hear me
From the mouths of those:
Who struggle to bundle up,
Fighting frostbite in the winter;
Who chat incessantly during
What you wanted to be a quiet drive;
Speaking from learned experience
Hoping to spare your heart;
Born yesterday with the wisdom
Of generations that came before;
Passionately singing melodies that
Ignite a dimmed flame;
Looking in the mirror knowing
What they search for is found within.

Wednesday, May 21, 2025
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I turn away from the screen
Remembering I am more than this job
Sunshine washes over my being
I meditate, much rather create
That which helps me connect
Me to you, you to me
A universal experience —
Cannot be the only
Wishing for more in store
Yet, if I was ready
I would be placed

I meditate, readjusting
Because I’m caught in-between
Living in the present,
Looking forward to a future
That I’m better not knowing
Out of my head, into my body
Learning to just be…

Friday, May 9, 2025
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Street lamps provide spotlights
Underneath, two lovers walk
Brushing hands and making plans
One of them hums a jingle
In the other’s pocket, a ring jangles
To the tune of their favorite song
Which they perform together
Now walking arm in arm
Neither enjoys surprises
But what better time than this?
After a day inside their
Bubble of lover’s bliss

The one to burst it kneels
In their heart a thrill
Shrouded in darkness, the other
Knows to step forward means
Wedding bells, forever spells
A brand new reality
Shaking with anticipation
How much longer on bended knee?

Jumping into open arms
And spun around in glue
Committed to sharing life
Times, of happiness forseen