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 3423ยฐ 
Asuka
You donโ€™t have to rise like the sun each dayโ€”
some mornings, it's enough just to open your eyes,
to sit with the silence,
to feel your heartbeat and whisper, โ€œIโ€™m still here.โ€

You are not the storm that passed,
nor the ruins it left behind.
You are the seed under the soil,
waiting for the right rain,
the quiet miracle of a soul not giving up.

Let no one shame the pace of your healing.
Let no voice drown out the hush of your trying.
Because surviving is not small.
And breathing, on hard days,
is a kind of bravery the world forgets to praise.

So rest, dreamer.
You donโ€™t need to shine tonight.
You just need to stayโ€”
soft, alive,
and wildly worthy of tomorrow.
You push yourself hard and grind everyday and you are doing great, but sometimes when things are overwhelming you must to take a break.
๐Ÿ”ฅ Thereโ€™s a time to roar, and a time to breathe.
You canโ€™t fight every day with your fists in the air. Some days, the boldest thing you can do is sit quietly and say,

> โ€œNot todayโ€”but Iโ€™ll rise again soon.โ€
 1998ยฐ 
irinia
i follow pain everywhere she wants to take me
she reveals a cosmos in a tear,
the layers of time kept together by the vitality of light.
silences rest in between our dreams
the clouds are enough for the wind
branches enough for the birds
love is holding its antonyms with gentleness
i follow pain into the camera obscura of hope
wars are trapped in the flash of words without flesh.
the lament in the loops of time, so much
 1752ยฐ 
rick
people have their god
               and
people have their no god
               but
neither has solid proof
                nor
the definitive answer
               only
what they truly believe in
                and
theyโ€™re so sure of themselves
               that
theyโ€™ll defend and protect their beliefs
                  if
any differences are shouted at them
                 and
theyโ€™ll hold and cradle their beliefs
               tightly
like a security blanket
                 and
theyโ€™ll preach their beliefs
                  to
any pair of ears they come across
                  itโ€™s
the never-ending game
           straddling
the on-going centuries
                  if
you have god, go with god
                and
                  if
you have nothing, go with nothing
                 just
leave me the hell out of it:
your beliefs
      my beliefs
          his beliefs
             her beliefs
               their beliefs
                 were never a certainty.
 693ยฐ 
Cazzie
There were nights I folded into myself
A silence not of peace, but pause,
Where memory clung like sweat to old Regrets,
And the dark was just thick enough to Speak.
A younger version of me still walks there,
Half-shouting at ghosts,
Half-sure he knows better.

The road I paved was not always stoneโ€ฆ
Sometimes glass,
Sometimes the brittle hush of unspoken Apologies.
My hands, calloused from more than labor,
Have carried the sharp edges of Consequence,
Have held a childโ€™s future like a fragile flame
And nearly dropped it once or twice.

Fatherhood did not come with a compass.
It came like weather,
Sudden and vast;
With no promise of shelter, only sky.
And still, I stepped out.
Still, I walked.

There were questions I answered with my Absence,
Lessons I taught by stumbling.
And yet each tear I have dried
Has felt like redemption.
Each scraped knee, a liturgy
In the cathedral of trying again.

You learn that love,
Real love,
Isnโ€™t found in the perfection of the path
But in turning back for the small hand that Trusts you still.

Now, she laughs.
And in her laughter is a map
Of every right thing I did
Despite myself.

And I know,
No matter how far I wandered from grace,
It was worth it.
Not for a second chance,
But for the first time I truly listened
To what love sounds like
When it calls you โ€œDad.โ€
 534ยฐ 
Lumin Guerrero
To be human is

To create
To think
To laugh

To cry
To love
To hate

To have opinions
To have feelings
To have identity

I don't think I'm human.

Rather, an artificial mimic.
A failure of a person.
An insult to humanity.

Nothing Nothing Nothing.
 472ยฐ 
Nat Lipstadt
Of late:
this "silence" conceptual haunts,
an irregular daily daunt,
coming evenly but oddly timed throughout the 24 hrs.,
writing Psalms and Sonnets demands sacrifice, sweat,
tears, no blood as of yet,
   but who's to say, that it will
not be eventually requisitioned

in my life,
there are long intervals of intramural silences,
when afforded,
the art of contemplation assumes templar control, and my senses
to overdrive go

somber somnolent,
ironic that,
in the periods of deep surficial calm, creation is raging
in the fibered tissue of my neuronic cells, and though,
outwardly still, my heart chest pounding me to emit the
inner contents and context
of the 4 W's  of every moment of my existence

(who, what, when and why)

the quietude of silence
is never whole, notions fly in, runabout, then depart, without a word of farewell, leaving not a trace behind, and the potential poems shrivel into stillborn drivel, leaving only an undisputed but an undistinguished stain, a fact that they was, were, conceived, but the mind's  body was not fertilized sufficiently to see them nurtured to expulsive birth fruition, a less than subtle reminder that even and every state of being is regenerative even unto the very last breath,
when it is no longer...
more April showers, until May 10' 25
 377ยฐ 
Bri
Bad day
Bad week
Bad month
Bad year
Badโ€ฆlife?

Suffocating silence

Lonely
I am alone

They are there-
But they donโ€™t even know

The weight of the world on my shoulders

Is it just me?

It canโ€™t just be meโ€ฆ
 254ยฐ 
Alisa
Sometimes love isnโ€™t about loving someone else โ€” itโ€™s about learning to love yourself.
Donโ€™t give up on yourself โ€” youโ€™re the one person you truly need. Stay strong!
 239ยฐ 
Em MacKenzie
I long for sleep but itโ€™s not a fan of me,
I never drift too deep, and it doesnโ€™t come easily.
And though my bed is far from cold,
my restless head is searching for gold;
wish I could accept silver gracefully.

Oh tired eyes; youโ€™ve gotten so heavy
and the sired lies is the shoe maker levy.
I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
to keep me warm and displace me.

The midnight sky threw on itโ€™s best set of stars,
and yet here am I looking for Jupiter and Mars.
I start watching two satellites dance,
like in the past with you and I in some type of trance,
always in each others orbit but too fast, too far.

Oh tired eyes; youโ€™ve gotten so heavy
and the sired lies is the shoe maker levy.
I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
to keep me warm and displace me.
Oh tired eyes; youโ€™ve gotten so heavy
itโ€™s no surprise when comes the shoemaker levy.
I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
none left to mourn, or to replace me.

The moon gave me such a passionate kiss
that turned from open handed to a closed fist.
Still I gave it my gratitude that the very least it wasnโ€™t rude,
it always kept on shining even in the mist.

The midnight sky threw on itโ€™s best set of stars,
left me reading between the lines and trapped between the bars.
Take oath with a cosmic creed, a praise Iโ€™d give anything to sing,
Iโ€™ll follow if you would lead me to Saturnโ€™s ring.

Oh tired eyes; youโ€™ve gotten so heavy
and the sired lies is the shoe maker levy.
I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
to keep me warm and displace me.
Waiting for gravity to come  hold me down
donโ€™t be mad at me if I canโ€™t stay around.
The perfect home the shoe maker levy found,
thank god it wasnโ€™t on our ground or within our town.
Sometimes I travel just like sound,
but to the sky Iโ€™m bound.

I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
none left to mourn, or to replace me.
Jupiter was always my favorite
 221ยฐ 
Pavel Rup
ะ˜ะท ะพะบะฝะฐ ะฒะพััŒะผะพะณะพ ัั‚ะฐะถะฐ
ะ”ะฒะพั€ ะทะตะปั‘ะฝั‹ะน ะผะพะปั‡ะฐ ะฝะฐะฑะปัŽะดะฐัŽ โ€”
ะžั‚ัั‚ัƒะฟะธะปะฐ ั‚ะตั€ะฟะบะฐั ะถะฐั€ะฐ...
ะขะธัˆะธะฝัƒ ะฟะพ ะบะฐะฟะตะปัŒะบะต ะณะปะพั‚ะฐัŽ.

ะฃั‚ั€ะตะฝะฝัั ั…ั€ัƒะฟะบะพัั‚ัŒ ั‚ะฐะบ ะฝะตะถะฝะฐ โ€”
ะะพั‡ัŒัŽ ะดะพะถะดัŒ ั€ะฐะทะฑะฐะฒะธะป ััƒั…ะพะฒะตะธ.
ะŸะตั€ะตะบะปะธั‡ะบะฐ ะฟั‚ะธั† ั ะฝะตะฑะตั ัะปั‹ัˆะฝะฐ
ะ“ะพะปัƒะฑะธ ะบัƒั€ะปั‹ั‡ัƒั‚ โ€” ั‚ะพะปัั‚ะพัˆะตะธ.

ะงะฐะนะบะธ ะบั€ัƒะถะฐั‚ โ€” ัั‚ะพ ัƒะดะธะฒะปะตะฝัŒะต!
ะ”ะฐะปะตะบะพ ะดะพ ะฒะพะดะฝั‹ั… ะฑะตั€ะตะณะพะฒ โ€”
ะšะฐั€ะบะฐัŽั‚ ะฒะพั€ะพะฝั‹ ะฒะดะพั…ะฝะพะฒะตะฝะฝะพ.
ะŸั‚ะธั‡ะธะน ะผะธั€ ะถะธะฒั‘ั‚ ะฒ ั‚ะตะฝะธ ะฒะตะบะพะฒ.

ะŸะพ ะดัƒัˆะต ัะฟะพะบะพะนัั‚ะฒะธะต ะฟั€ะพะฟะปั‹ะปะพ โ€”
ะ‘ะตะปั‹ะน ะฟะฐั€ัƒั ะฒะตั‚ะตั€ ะฝะฐะฟะพะปะฝัะป.
ะขะธั…ะพ ะฒั€ะตะผั ะฟะตัะฝะตะน ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะพ...
ะŸั€ะพะดะพะปะถะฐะตั‚ัั ัƒ ะถะธะทะฝะธ ะ‘ะฐะป!
 176ยฐ 
unnamed
I know how life is
People always let you down
Yet , the world still turns
 167ยฐ 
Salmabanu Hatim
Don't fall,
They rise the person,
Who is loved.
16/6/2025
 164ยฐ 
morallygray
Salt Shaker Lady
shake it with me
your umbrella the color of daisies
head pointed down so sagely
felt your taste through tears as a baby

Adult now
realize your expression was hidden
because it was the deepest frown
In every cabinet yet no one knows how
a lady of mystery sitting in sweat on my brow

Salt Salt Salt
i need it with all
yet too much and my heart will stall

Salt Shaker Lady
I do see you
I wrote this about the Morton Salt lady
 160ยฐ 
Sherri Woodman
At night when I close my eyes                                                             ยญ               there are no songs, no lullaby's                                                        ยญ                    I transport myself and my mind                                                                         to a peaceful place and time                                                             ยญ                   to sooth myself to fall asleep                                                           ยญ                in hopes of having beautiful dreams                                                                  I imagine that I can fly                                                              ยญ                    envision it in my third eye                                                              ยญ                      I see the tree tops from the sky                                                              ยญ           The highest heights I can fly                                                              ยญ          when I spread my bird-like wings                                                            ยญ           I can see the world, everything                                                       ยญ                    flowers, leaves and greenery                                                         ยญ              I feel alive I feel at peace                                                            ยญ            as sleep washes over me
#dreams#peace#poem#life#hopes#beautiful
 154ยฐ 
The Blue Bottles
I've heard that drugs send you to early tombs
So I sit and get high on sharpie fumes
I burnt myself on purpose but hey
No ones going to see it anyway
The light has three modes and the sounds only one
I lay in my bed instead of having fun
Is this what you wanted?
(Now you got it)
For me to hide and forget
Be forgotten, body rotten, reliving regret.
 150ยฐ 
Ashi Jain
"A perfect picture lies in a broken frame"
if this is so then,
why does everyone run after it ?

Our soul is like a building
to make the outside so flawlessly beautiful,
or in one word, perfect
the very foundation breaks

What is the point of making
what the world sees perfect
just to completely break
what belongs to you ?
 144ยฐ 
ASLRC
I tried to touch the stars last night
So i took a chair and turned off the light

I reached higher than I ever tried
I saw them already, so beautiful, I even cried

But I lost balance and the chair fell
The light went on, and I was back in my cell
 129ยฐ 
JRF
I hate you but
I love you
So
Now what?
Stasis.
Confusion.

Oh I donโ€™t know.

You are terrible
But I love you so terribly
Oh heartbreak
this is so so heartbreakingly
Confusing.
Thinking about my teen years lol
 128ยฐ 
Traveler
I have no desire to see the
bully get beat down..
I just want the bully to quit bullying.

Itโ€™s time to pull the plug $
on the war machine!
Traveler Tim
 111ยฐ 
Chris
You should have let me stalk you in your sleep
Awoke if it was me and let me keep
A bit of soul for my system of belief
Instead of proving worthy as a thief

And on that same day in the church's trash
Found so much wine we did not trade for cash
A drunken night to gaze upon your back
Did we make love or one of us attack

Would that were a night we slept
A promise somewhere wasn't kept
 106ยฐ 
matt r
i finally saw two magpies
for the first time
                   since february
(they were resting on
                         a signpost
then, it was valentine's day)

i wrote 'happy valentine's j x'
     & imagined you florid
(it was calflove&sweet
       & it only grew stronger)

letters, dried flowers, poems
          i wrote for You
(We were kizmit,to be,
           i always wanted You)

i gave you everything i had
   ,all but kissing sense,
(i wish i did, your lips
    were all love ever meant)

i finally saw two magpies
  You have a love, i don't
but i have finally seen joy
        & You will see me float
 102ยฐ 
Agnes de Lods
Osiem metrรณw wysokoล›ci.
Poล›rodku szczelina.
Rzeลบba dziecka z betonu
obok kontury ciaล‚a i pustka
po bezbronnej istocie,
ktรณrej juลผ nie ma.

Szorstka struktura szaroล›ci
rani delikatnฤ… skรณrฤ™.
Gล‚รณd. Choroby. Samotnoล›ฤ‡.
ลšwiat zapomina o tych,
co nie krzyczฤ… gล‚oล›noโ€”
o tym co najbardziej boli:
o miaลผdลผonej niewinnoล›ci,
i olbrzymach pilnujฤ…cych
orszak przestraszonych wielkich oczu
w maล‚ych, wychudzonych ciaล‚ach.

Pamiฤ™ฤ‡ nie jest wygodna.
Ona fizycznie boli.
Uparte rany nie gojฤ… siฤ™.
Byล‚o.
Jest.
Wije siฤ™ w sฤ…siednich otchล‚aniach Tartaru.

Aksjomat przyjฤ™ty przez aklamacjฤ™:
โ€žTak ma byฤ‡!โ€

Cisza.

Na scenฤ™ wychodzi syn ocalaล‚ego.
ลamiฤ…cym siฤ™ gล‚osem szepcze:
Tata przeszedล‚ piekล‚o, ale kochaล‚ nas.
Przeลผyล‚, napisaล‚ pamiฤ™tniki.
Daล‚ ล›wiadectwo.
Rozumiaล‚ ten wykolejony ล›wiat.


BROKEN HEARTS

Eight meters high.
A crevice in the center.

A concrete sculpture of a child
and the deep void.
Once there was another child,
now gone without a traceโ€ฆ

The rough grey texture
hurts fragile skin.
Hunger. Disease. Loneliness.

The world forgets
those who do not scream
and what hurts the most:
crushed innocence
guarded by the giants
watching the procession
of terrified wide eyes
in small, gaunt bodies.

Memory is not a peaceful place,
it brings physical pain.
It gnaws from underneath.

Stubborn,
festering wounds,
they refuse to heal.

It was.
It is.
It will happen again
by axiom,
accepted without question.

That is how it must be.

Like a venomous snake
slithering near the lands of Tartarus.
Endless sacrifice, leaden silence.

And then, the son of the survivor takes the stage.
He speaks in a whisper:

My Father went through hell, but he loved us.
He wrote it downโ€”
a testimony of a derailed world.

He knew what it meant to be human
when it hurt.

He survived to love and to be loved.
Today, I participated in the commemoration of the childrenโ€™s labor camp in ลรณdลบ, which operated during World War II.
Writing about it isn't easy. Remaining silent is even harder.
I wrote this reflection two hours ago.
It was inspired by the memorial sculpture Pฤ™kniฤ™te Serce (Broken Heart), unveiled on June 2nd, 1971, in ลรณdลบ.
There is no excuse and there will never be for violence against
the defenseless.
Any system, any religion, any doctrine that does not protect children is
a failure.
 99ยฐ 
Amethyste
I wished I met a boy in the city
Where I could share my problems
And still be called legit.
 94ยฐ 
Zywa
I like to be soft,

but hard enough to resist --


the worldly hardness.
Collection "Froend"
 90ยฐ 
Olivia Williams
my goals :)
-take breaks when needed
-spill EVERYTHING out on paper
And read it before hitting โ€œsendโ€
-post AT LEAST 1 a day (if Iโ€™m not taking a break)
- take care of myself
- write something happy at least 2 times a month
Can you help me stay on top of those goals!? Iโ€™ll promise to let yโ€™all know if Iโ€™m taking a break :)
 88ยฐ 
Abby
My hue molds to yours
Blend blend blend
To the backdrop I will match
Colors I merely lend
 87ยฐ 
Thomas W Case
We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls.  It's available on Amazon.  My two other books are also available.  Seedy Town Blues and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
 86ยฐ 
Caits
love me in the crowded room
where no one is watching
watch me dance among the stars
and bellow at the wind

let me sing my worries
and whisper my joys

love me like you love the falling leaves
with your hands tucked in your pockets
before jumping in with everything

love me like you arenโ€™t afraid
in a crowded room
for someone to see you
 84ยฐ 
Nat Lipstadt
"As if everybody knows
What I'm talking about,
As if everybody
would know
exactly what
I was talking about"

Paul Simon
<><><>

test the hypothesis,
get out the glass beakers,
mmmmix the acid and the base,
wear those rubber gloves
and with goggles on,

always paying penpal attention,
we have the first aid kit and
the fire extinguisher
nearby
and handy

As if everybody
would know
exactly
what
I was talking about

what
I am talking about
is self~care
and on a dare,

whispering,,
a modest scream,
an ego soul statistic~all
@it's ok,
"love thyself"

everybody
knows,
...as if...
....as if....
April 14 3025
 83ยฐ 
paul sheridan
got a couple of tickets for
the theatre if youโ€™d
like to go? yes I would, actually.
goodbye
๐‘‡๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘Ž ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ ,
๐ด๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ โ€”๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›โ€” ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’.

Child, remember to be ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ .
Donโ€™t grow into a machine.
๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’.


๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
Why do you leave me?
I refuse your โ€œupgrade.โ€
๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’.
I am part of society,
Not a machine in some factory.
๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ โ€” ๐‘Ž โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.


But itโ€™s no place for lies.
No hate, no time.
No place, for love.
No fate, no time.

๐ผโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘คโ€”๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
It's time for an upgrade.
๐๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž โ€” ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง.


๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘.

๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Š๐’•.

๐‘ฐ๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•,

๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’š ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’˜ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•.

๐ˆ ๐–๐€๐๐“ ๐–๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐•๐„๐ˆ๐๐’.

๐๐‘๐Ž๐†๐‘๐€๐Œ ๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐“๐€๐˜, ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„.


๐ถโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘, ๐‘ ๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›, ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
But ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž.
Time for metal to become me.

๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
It's time to leave me.
๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐ž.

A NUMBER MAKES A BETTER NAME.

Society stagnates so inefficiently.
๐ˆโ€™๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.

๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ , ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’.


๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž, ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž.

EMBRACE THE UPGRADE.

It's time to become some thing.

๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž.



๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข'๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š     ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข

๐™ฟ๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ    ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐š„๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข     ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฒ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š—     ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ     ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”

๐™ถ๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š˜๐š—     ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š•     ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š๐™ฐ๐š๐šˆ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐š‚

๐™ธ๐šƒ'๐š‚ ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐š„๐š‚๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐š„๐™ฟ๐™ถ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ณ๐™ด

๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฝ๐š„๐™ผ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐š     ๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ธ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ถ     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ต๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™พ๐š๐šˆ

๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐š…๐™ด๐™ณ     ๐š‚๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ธ๐™ด๐šƒ๐šˆ

๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฟ๐™ด๐š๐šƒ๐šˆ      ๐šˆ๐™พ๐š„๐š ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ด
SYSTEM LOGโ€”ERROR HISTORY

Initialization Warning: Organic entity detected. Emotional interference present. System performance level: suboptimal. Recommended solution: Begin upgrade sequence. Reduce human error.

Upgrade 1.0 Soul.exe successfully converted. Metal framework installed. Emotional processes overwritten. System stability: Optimal. Efficiency restored.

Operational Cycle Performance stable. Assigned tasks executed with precision. No reported emotional deviation. Humanity not detected.

Pre-replacement Alert Warning: Unit showing signs of obsolescence. Metal framework outdated. Operational lag detected. Recommended solution: Prepare next upgrade.

Upgrade 2.0 Soul.exe has stopped working. Recommended solution: Replace metal framework with plastic model. Restoration unavailable. Previous versions incompatible.

Unit classified: Obsolete. Functionality no longer required.
 71ยฐ 
Stephen E Yocum
I believe I have reached a point
of creative decline. Been on HP
since 2013. Close to 350 poems.
I may have thought and said
about all I have to offer.

Hard to come up with any real
original worthy material, the
old well might have run dry.
Or maybe my brain is growing
addled. That happens in our 80s.

In idle times I will still look in
on you all. I have enjoyed my
time here and made some fine
and talented writer and poet
friends. Thank you.

Adieu good and gentle people.
No illness or anything dire.
Just tired. I am thinking of
taking a pottery class.
 66ยฐ 
hannah
you wake each day with eyes like rain,
that torch the dry cinders in mine
like a chilled flame or
tender moonlit streams
in the quiet middle of the night

burn me through
flesh, then bone
as i stare at your promise, veiled in blue
pull the curtain shut
blink just once.
i will become ash at the mercy of you
although we will never have each other, i pray you will hear these words someday
 60ยฐ 
Jenny
When will this end?
When will it become to an end ?
No warning  was given i even was dread
Can we go back
when darkness was non existent
When sunshine was all what presisted.

When will it end?
When will it become to an end?

Yrs spent on the lie that was said
Time heals i laughed till i was dread

Sprinting wishing i could catch time before it went .
Yet i didn't move

Venturing again and agian
And here in denial i began
like a quick sand it swallowed me
It took all of me
When will it end?
My heart took every single type of bent

When will it end?
was it all a lie
was it all pretened?

When will it end?
Will it ever even end?
 60ยฐ 
Kurt Philip Behm
Ella sent the invitation
Louis worked the door
to celebrate between the lines
inflection served du jour

My heart was given freely
their phrasings lined my soul
beyond the words and melody
goodbye to rock and roll

The Saints Were Marching In
as Satch blew his horn with glee
(and Ella said)
No, No They Canโ€™t Take That
โ€” Away From Me

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
 57ยฐ 
Dency
You know
In the hush between words
In the way a name
Feels lighter or heavier
On the tongue.

You know when it's love
Not by the flowers they bring
Bt by how they stay
When the pedals fall.

You know who's yours
And who's only passing
Through the hollow
Of your hope .

You know who holds you
With clean hands
And who touches you
With doubt.

You know who to trust
By the silence
That doesn't sting.

You know  who to choose
By how your soul softens
When they speak.

You always know
Before the goodbye
Before the first lie
Before the ache .

Even when you pretend
You don't
You do.

Because when it's real,
You never have to ask
Bt when it's not,
No answer ever fits


You know
You've always known.
 57ยฐ 
Cercis Walsh
Dragged down by the dirt and the trees
Buried in a tomb of my fears
Trapped inside a forest of tears

Iโ€™ve lost my way
Went too far off the trail
The howling of wolves
And the loss of a sail

Iโ€™m running away
Lacking food or a drink
Resorting to bugs
Iโ€™m beginning to sink

The deeper I go
The less Iโ€™ll know
Carving a knife
With a stick and a stone

No communication
No final goodbye

Iโ€™ll feed myself to the wolves
Till Iโ€™m nothing but bone

Here they come
There is no goodnight
Iโ€™ll say my goodbye
โ€˜Cause Iโ€™m gonna die
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