Month: November 2025

Challenges, Poetry

Appearance

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appearance

Now you make an appearance,
Where were you when I needed you the most?
In shadows deep, where silence sings,
I wandered alone, a desolate ghost.

Each echo of laughter, a bittersweet rhyme,
The moments we shared now drift far away.
I reached for your hand through the barriers of time,
But you turned a blind eye, lost in the fray.

I gathered my courage, I built up my dreams,
But storms rolled in, and they tore me apart.
Now you’re here with your comforting gleams,
Yet I’m left to mend this once-fractured heart.

Still, hope flickers like candles in night,
Perhaps we can stitch what was worn and frayed.
With patience and kindness, let’s set things right,
In the warmth of your presence, I won’t be afraid.

So linger a while, let shadows disperse,
Together, we’ll find the light in the dark.
In a world full of questions, in this universe,
Your return is the spark that ignites a new arc.

Poetry

Dance of Chaos

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Manic, crazy, chaos, oh my,
In this wild world, we’ll give it a try.
Embracing the frenzy, we’ll dance through the night,
Letting go of worries, feeling the delight.

The stars above shimmer, igniting our souls,
With laughter and love, we’ll break all the molds.
In the whirlwind of life, we’ll find our own way,
Together we’ll shine, come what may.

Poetry

A Taste of Togetherness

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Simmering, bubbling,
Creating comfort and delight,
Magic in one pot,
A dance of flavors, a savory sight.

Whispers of spices, aromas embrace,
Warmth of the hearth, a cozy place,
A gathering of hearts around the flame,
In every spoonful, love is the game.

Poetry

Navigating Darkness

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Had therapy today,
Started off rough but ended better.
Black cloud that was hanging over my head
Not fully gone away but is less.
Obtained skills to help through the struggle.
I learned I need to let the negative thoughts float away.

Sometimes the path is dark and unclear,
But a glimmer of hope appears near.
Therapy brings light and a guiding hand,
Easing the burden, helping me stand.
The black cloud may linger, but I’ll find my way,
Learning to let the negative thoughts float away.

Challenges, Poetry

Uniquely Me

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Weird

Throughout my childhood, I was called weird
For the things that I liked, for the paths that I steered.
In a world full of patterns, I danced to my drum,
With dreams in my pocket and glitter in my hum.

I climbed trees of imagination, soared high in the sky,
Painted rainbows on walls where no limits applied.
While others found comfort in molds that were set,
I reveled in oddities, with no hint of regret.

Whispers behind me, like breezes they blew,
Judgment and laughter, but my spirit just grew.
For every odd quirk, every strange little spark,
Was a gem in the darkness, a light in the dark.

Embracing the quirky, the unusual, the rare,
I learned to find beauty in all that I wear.
Now I stand tall, with my head held up high,
A tapestry woven of laughter and sighs.

So, here’s to the weird, the different, the bold,
To the stories we share and the truths we unfold.
In this kaleidoscope life, let your colors run free,
For the weirdest of hearts is the most truly free.

Poetry

My Escape

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Painting is my refuge when anxiety takes hold,
A soothing balm for thoughts that incessantly unfold.
With each stroke of the brush, my worries start to fade,
Transforming onto a canvas, a beautiful escapade.

In colors and shadows, my spirit finds release,
Each line a gentle whisper, each curve a form of peace.
Within this quiet world, my heart begins to mend,
As I create in stillness, my companion and my friend.