At what point do we reach the turn
The second before the spiral
At the moment of no return
When all regrets are visioned vital
To our demise, the urgency of the blind
Fat with profit driven policy
Ignoring burnt grass, paying no mind
To food shortages that became normalcy
Wrapped up in pathetic fallacy
Autumn hides false prosperity
Imagined lands of Albion's dream
Fields of flourish not concrete seen
Too scared to admit that we are beyond
Any points of green
The sunset was beautiful
because it happened
not because it was permanent
I do not resent the sunset
for it has left my sky
I do not resent the stars
as they shine too bright
You were a chapter
A place I called home
A melody I learned to love
A smile I know by heart
I hope someday
you don’t run away
when the sun starts to set
and the night creeps in
I hope you will not
rely on a temporary sunset
to provide you joy
for the rest of your life
I hope someday
someone sits beside you
under a sky painted red
and breaks the walls
you worked so hard to build
I hope she sees the parts
you were afraid to show
I hope she understands you
the way I never could
I hope you laugh more
I hope you smile more
I hope you trust more
I hope you live more
I hope you love more
and I hope I can too.
Somewhere between the silence
The excuses
The things left unsaid
And the things said without thought
I realised I was holding together
What was already falling apart
Giving grace where I felt hurt
Giving understanding where I received confusion
Giving chances where boundaries should have stood
But this is not a story of love turning to hate
It's a story of affection meeting its limit
Of a hand that wanted to hold on but forced to let go
Not because I wanted distance
But because closeness began to cost me too much of myself
Some endings are not decisions
But realisations
A moment when clarity outweighs hope
It was worn down by every moment
That made staying feel heavier than leaving
Like a ferocious bull
trapped in a China cabinet,
She suddenly collapses
and in fury she seethes
and she cries and rages
Only in deep prayer
does she find inner peace;
Her turmoil churns,
She's manifesting magic
and manic moon phases.
Deep-seated pain
from a lack of self,
deeply profound
it loudly rings
through every ripple,
of her past and future
Feathered hair
covers a tear-streaked face;
The Gods know of her;
They see her soul scars
and the etheric sutures.
Her sobs quietly fade
as Sorrows of Deep Past
torment her soul
throughout night and day
I walk away in silence
and in my heart
swells Gratitude;
forever relieved
at her absence
Truly elated I am
that her soul scars
are not mine;
And for that Wisdom,
I know that
Unlike her
I was already whole
is that movies end
and fathers
seldom
come home.
Life is longer
and Louisa May Alcott
knew that.
She never married
or had children.
Yet few know that,
or how she edited
her novel for publication.
I am Jo.
She was Jo,
at least I can
assume as much.
Dr. Seuss chose
to be known as such,
not Theodor Seuss Giesel,
an author who never had
children
and led a less than happy,
'Cat in the Hat'
smiling and balancing
impossible life.
"You have 'em,
and I'll entertain 'em."
Welcome to life
outside the stories.
The end of every fairy tale
Has wedding bells and snowy veils,
And happiness and smiles can be found.
And so, as dreams can sure come true,
May I propose this toast to you?
May there be happy endings all around!
Before the final curtains close,
As almost everybody knows,
Conflicts will end in ways that can astound.
And all the characters draw near,
Just as we all have gathered here,
To wish for happy endings all around!
Life goes on. (and on, and on...)
A brand-new dawn. (and on, and on...)
But here we are at last
Forget the shadows we have cast
And put the sadness somewhere in the past!
May each and every story end
With all in grins and all as friends
All voices singing out in happy sounds.
May there be happy endings....
All happiness descending....
May there be happy endings all around!
There are no deathly endings
Have not but new life's hope rang
For Heaven's welcome.
Like that which you've closed behind
From her side know you opens
Again for Love's home.
I’ve been unashamedly holiday focused,
everything fit together like a puzzle,
all febrile worries were pardoned,
we took haven in our comforts.
I slept shamefully late,
We weaponized fun.
The world seemed parasitology free,
pharmacology, pathology and histology free,
if not entirely anatomy free wink wink
and except for my mom, assessment free.
It’s been great, it’s been Christmas!
But soon, my cares will, again, be fined tuned
by the Gordian knot of learning
and it’s ungentle reckonings.
If it weren’t all asked for - I’d be pissed.
.
.
A Song for this:
Coney Island Man by Swing Out Sister
Rain is falling as I look out the window—
It’s December and I’m left to wonder
where time itself has gone.
Through the years I’ve driven highways
ribbons of pavement, never knowing
where they would reach their end.
I became friends with construction workers
as they tore up and rebuilt roads.
Throughout the day I held onto my sign
to stop lines of cars then let them go.
On Fridays I took the call from the office
to learn where I’d go for the next assignment.
I spent years driving with the passing sun
as my life unfolded through miles.
But now I’m staying in town.
People in diners here talk about the weather
to get to know each other and pass time.
People in bars here talk about their teams
and can discuss their favorite plays for hours.
I take in passing conversations and nod my head.
It’s December and I’m left to wonder
what brought me to this time and place.
The roads that carried me across states
brought me here to a quiet street
that ends at a wooded ravine.
My ears ring as I sit in my time and place.
A spread of trees in winter laid bare
waits for the arrival of spring.
Rain is falling as I look out the window.
There is
remembrance
of endings in many
stories~yet
destruction happens
as these words
are written~~
Years of togetherness now lead us apart.
Desks remain untouched, pages left unturned, charts unread.
Dust blankets everything, forgotten in time.
A new path unfolds.
Laughter echoes through empty walls,
Curtains cling to memories long gone.
The ceiling seems to hold those smiles,
As if everything is still alive.
A new journey begins.
Writing boards erased, markers cast aside,
Files grow old, shelves stand silent.
Awaiting fresh stories, new memories to be made,
A future ready to be written.
Yet the spirit of learning moves forward,
A new academic year will arrive.
With laughter, new faces, and open hearts,
We forge new memories in the making.
And so a new voyage starts,
Writing another chapter in the dairies of time.
Some people never see their part,
They point the finger, not the heart.
They say, “You could’ve talked to me,”
But silence felt like sanity.
You try to speak, they twist your truth,
Turn calm to chaos, proof to proof.
They shift the blame, rewrite the scene,
Until you doubt what you have seen.
Conversations start to drain,
You pour your peace, but none remains.
They say they want what’s real and true,
But call it rude when truth comes through.
They love the truth that keeps them right,
But hide from any honest light.
They don’t seek peace they seek control,
And call you wrong when they lose hold.
So, stop the fights that never end,
You don’t need closure to transcend.
Pick quiet grace above the fuss,
And guard the calm that lives in us.
Not every story need repair,
Some endings bloom from walking there
Away from noise, from pain, from spin,
Choose peace and let the light begin.
You were the one kept me up all night
always made me feel so right
times have changed
I won't play your waiting game
you were unkind if you'd only see
willing to blame it all on me
those days are gone
now I know where I went wrong
you were my all if you only knew
I was ready to bet everything on you
times aren't the same
I won't make that mistake again
don't need more disappointments
no unhappy endings
no more disillusions
or broken heart that needs mending
you were so cruel made a fool of me
it was you who set me free
time moves on
now I know where I belong
and you're like a ghost to me now
ever since we've been apart
haunting the hallways
of this empty house I call my heart
Loved your new movie***
But, did you do your own stunts???
That's JUST what I thought!!!
One flow of your pen
and suddenly I am in.
Don't tell me the end,
I want to imagine it.
Happy Endings !
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