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 19h A Vryghter
Sam S
O, dopamine—friend or foe?
Do I even want to know?
You whisper soft in joy or pain,
Then vanish like the summer rain.

You dress in laughter, dress in fire,
You ride the thrill of each desire.
From subtle crush to grand success,
You bait the heart, then leave a mess.

A hunger we all learn to feed,
But never learn what we really need.

O, dopamine, you wear my skin—
You cheer me on, then reel me in.
I see the tricks, I feel the sway,
Yet chase you just the same each day.

But maybe truth is not to flee,
Just learn which part belongs to me.

I’ll dance with you, but know what’s real—
O, dopamine… we’ve made our deal.
Don’t be alarmed
if evil blooms
where you sowed
your gentlest good.

Not all earth
welcomes roots
some soils rot
what should have stood.

So plant with love,
but learn the ground,
for even light
can be misunderstood.
A reflection on misplaced effort, toxic environments, and the wisdom of discernment.
 19h A Vryghter
Pluto
What’s worse than loving you
but knowing I can’t have you?
Not the silence,
not the waiting,
not the ache that stretches across nights.

Even the stars fall quiet—
they know
there’s no sorrow deeper
than holding a love
that was never mine to keep.
The world is on fire,
Where is the water?
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
My father was
a salesman, all
of his adult

life. But I don’t
know much about
him, really.

Old and ill, he
fell into a coma
for many days.

Then, suddenly
his mouth opened,
round and wide,

like this world.
And without a
word, he died.
Your reflection is forming.
Guilt that stays behind the paned glass.
Gasp for air that was never yours.
For we share the same. Yet you take it all.
Let us rot and wither until the true one is left.
The moon listens,
to the ocean's sigh,
both distant,
yet eternally destined.
and they'll continue to live this way.
I'm no pearl
only a pebble
hidden under
the sand of time
unknown
to be discovered
by none-
yet I don't complain
or moan-
what I am
happily I accept
being just alone
a tiny stone-

the rose
has my pity
it blows
and loses
its beauty
when the sun
loses its glow
and admirers
are gone

a pebble I am
free to the bone
my life
as in
a perfect cone
abiding
consistent
unchanging
with nothing
to atone.
I despise myself for not being someone you could love.
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