I have a lot of things
I never say.
Not because I don’t have the words,
but because sometimes
the words feel too heavy
to leave my mouth.
So I keep them
behind my teeth,
where they can’t hurt anyone
except me.
I say “I’m fine”
when I’m tired.
I say “it’s okay”
when it isn’t.
I laugh when something hurts
because explaining the pain
feels worse than feeling it.
Sometimes I wonder
how many versions of me
I’ve created
just to make other people comfortable.
The quiet me.
The happy me.
The understanding me.
The one who forgives too quickly.
The one who says
“don’t worry about it”
when I have been worrying
about it for weeks.
But somewhere underneath
all those versions
is a girl who just wants
to be understood
without having to explain
every scar in her heart.
She wants to be loved
without performing for it.
She wants to say
“I’m hurting”
and not feel guilty
for making the room uncomfortable.
Maybe one day
I’ll stop swallowing my feelings
just to keep the peace.
Maybe I’ll finally understand
that my voice
was never too loud.
I was just taught
to whisper.
A BEAR OR A GUY
FEEL SAFER WITH WHICH AND WHY
CORNELL WOMEN CRY
Created and given a name
A world questions who am I?
I am a man with virtues
Standing strong on any convictions presented to me
I am a humanitarian of blood and flesh
My origin being native American
Born and educated in America’s promise
Reasoning of mind and thought justified
Don’t question my integrity
Don’t hate, but appreciate
Don’t separate, but socialite
I am always at the center of my own conflict
Never a chance to explain
You just want to complain
I have a name
Even though I am not famous, I am committed to accomplish, establish and contribute
My name is important
I have a purpose being a life to live and assemble
That is who I am
At least to me
Don’t judge me, but respect me
Possessing character above all
Don’t look at me in race
It is not a curse, just a variation among the races
Heritage follows
Determination guaranteed
Obvious and ever after
I am Somebody
Recognize
destruction and emptiness
linger on our venomous will .
scripted rioting with taunting
is meritless
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
Security and me,
Don't eye to eye always see,
When it makes me,
Take time away from you,
Just to see that a payment goes through,
Layer after layer of security.
Oh how much easier it should be,
For you and me,
To pay a bill or three,
So, there could be more time for you and me,
And the cost added onto the bill for me,
To pay security,
For what it fails to deliver to me,
Would be less than the size of a bee,
Why cant the companies and banks see,
A way to set us all free,
From waking up each day, dreading to see,
How many more layers of security,
Will be adding to the time I spend away from thee
When all we want to do is pay our bill,
and prevent the company we owe from being,
bankrupted by too much security.
Oh why cant they see,
What is obvious to a flea,
And open their doors, when I come with cash in hand,
Begging to pay what they demand,
To keep us all from having to leave this land,
So, I can spend less time trapped in layers of security,
And more time with thee.
DO NOT MESS WITH JACK
SCHMITT DID AND LOOKS LIKE A HACK
BRITT TAKEN ABACK
In my own nation
I ran for a shelter.
I was the only support
of my family.
I went from city to city
to earn some money.
I slept on roads.
I bore the cold nights on my skin,
I bore the scorching sun on my skin,
and I was abused.
In my own nation
I was treated like a foreigner,
like a poor labourer.
But to make a home,
to give shelter to the ones I love,
I turned my blood into sweat
and let it vanish into the air.
Finally, I built a home
on the land where my forefathers
had lived for centuries.
Then one day they came.
They bulldozed the home
I had built on the land of my own nation.
Now, once again,
my family and I are without shelter
in my own nation,
sleeping on the road,
crying for a roof
tonight,
and the next night.
I was told
it is a crime
to make a home
on the land of my own nation.
space-time is a cage where battles we wage ~
we transcend when we cease to take umbrage
TAXPAYER TRUMP AD
SELLING ARMS TO CHINA BAD
TRUMP A COMMIE SAD
So much do, so much say, words come
endless minds wondering
Losing sleep like insomnia but I do not claim
Pills or excuse to your conviction of insanity
Same as I who knows what of their actions
Why a heart love so much it hates
Can not destroy love through destruction
It's desire passion of kindness at its best
Are we ashamed of who we become as a nation
That our fight, dignity to freedom falls
In hands those who wants kill us all
Where sin no longer confess but life itself it is
Forgotten commandments to good, burn like flag
Trading your life as the killer pulled trigger
Our behavior, only yourself to blame
Consequences you point if to save your own neck
Radical wars rage but not of peace and change
Concept not logical to theory is only an idea
Where truth to reality you cover eyes
Devastation of chaos a body lays maimed breathless
Their life, was it worth decision of your actions
Another world, unlike evil about to unleash
Defend your own, die like a man; not cowards
Can America be saved desolate grave souls breath
Or face their own demise at hands of demon men
TRUMP AT 33
MOHE CONVICTIONS FELONY
34. YOU SEE
I feel like you all treat me like a child.
I’m no lost child. I’m older than all of you,
at least in spirit.
Yes, I’m not perfect. Whoever is, raise your hand.
Only Jesus raises his hand. Only he is perfect.
Jesus looks at me and says:
I loved you before you knew me.
Now learn to know yourself
As I know you.
You’re a long way from perfect,
But I love you just the same.
And I want to cry, but I can’t.
There’s already a smile on my lips.
Jesus, my Jesus.
Jesus says: You’ll win if you just keep going.
A setback is just that, a setback.
Everything can teach us something.
What have you learnt?
Impatience. Pride.
Ghetto Superstar.
You’ll make it.
I’m actually almost impressed.
Peace out.
Caught within the sap
frozen by daggers.
You pulled the trigger
I ended the match.
You never knew me.
Loyal not loose
deserving more
tears atrophy,
you are over.
Amber ache
give and take,
grit glows up.
I’ll break
into
art.
We see them drop the bombs, hear them boast of victory,
It's time to raise our voices, do not forget your history!
We see cities wreathed in flame, children choking in the haze,
We hear the bullets fall like rain, lives destroyed beneath cruel gaze.
"We are God's chosen!" I hear them cry, but can't forget the empty eyes,
The soulless laughter of evil deeds, when will humanity finally rise?
Soldiers laugh and mock the dying, while parents grieve a child lost,
If you have never suffered, how can you know the cost?
How can we bear to watch, but we cannot look away, For the cruelties of next year, began in steps today.
Cry for the sorrows of our brothers, for the blood that stains our hands,
Cry out for Justice here and now, across every nation's lands!
Do not protect the wealthy, make them stand before our courts!
They defy our laws and mock us, so let Justice run it's course!
It is time to take accounting, for what each of them has done!
Hold them all responsible, let them now face the gun!
Until every human is free, we are all of us enslaved!
I sit alone in the silence of the night.
With the light shining through.
Just for you.
The light stares at you.
If only you were here.
If only you hadn’t gone too soon.
Perhaps the silence of the night wouldn’t be so heavy for me.
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