A place to show my work
Bamm Bamm with his strength untold,
From the Flintstones, a heart of gold.
With a club in hand, and a joyful shout,
He’s always ready to help out.
A child of stone, so mighty and tough,
But deep down inside, he’s gentle enough.
With Pebbles, his love is clear to see,
A friendship that’s as strong as can be.
Gentle breezes blow
As the darkness hugs us all
As the day falls down
Moonlit sky above it all
Whispers of the night so tall
-AAA/MAD
In the quiet cloak of night, shadows play,
Whispering secrets through the moonlit trees,
They dance like phantoms, drifting far away,
A mystery wrapped in the evening breeze.
With every flicker, the dark begins to sway,
A silent witness to dreams that never cease,
In their embrace, we find a gentle peace,
Lost in the twilight, where worries find release.
Where is harmony
When it is needed the most
Gone like all we knew
For a brief moment in time, I believed in you.
Now I see the truth—
I was only a tool
for getting what you wanted.
You played me for a fool.
Glasses assist me
To see the world around me
It’s a great blur, yes
But with them, I see just fine
Enhancing my view to life
-AAA/MAD
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That ship has sailed long ago
Never to return
Its wake still shivers through the water,
a quiet ache I pretend not to feel.
Some departures don’t announce themselves –
they simply drift past the horizon,
leaving you with the echo
of everything you never said.
Do you see the error of your ways,
the trail of broken promises you leave behind—
a map of moments you never meant to honor,
a truth you never had the courage to face.
The cat wore socks, the dog wore a tie,
My breakfast cereal started to fly.
The goldfish sang opera (not at all normal),
My morning routine felt truly abnormal.
I looked in the mirror, shrugged with a grin—
Maybe the weirdness just comes from within!
True friends have the power to heal even the deepest wounds & mend broken hearts.
Blooms all around me,
such quiet beauty—
a gift for all to see.
We gathered around,
celebrating all that’s good,
letting gratitude rise
like steam from warm cups,
softening the edges
of a long, worn day.
So scandalous, the way
you toss your laughter in the air,
letting rumors trip over themselves
trying to keep up
with your shine.
Sides all equal to one another
Quadrilaterals that include squares.
Unchanging in shape,
Always precise,
Right‑angled and steady,
Even on every side.
Seeking a solution
to the impossible,
I learn to breathe
inside unanswered questions,
trusting that even uncertainty
can be a kind of direction.
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