We're as happy a family as can be.
Look out your window and you can see
us riding the New York City blocks
in our knickerbockers and striped socks
on a bicycle built for three.
Built
Build a promise or fake a love life.
The choice is yours,
But of course,
Be sure.
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thought i'd stand by you
while you lied and cheated
you thought i'd watch
and help along the way
well you thought wrong
i want no part of it
AP: 2nd place 2025
Their blood was the poison that would kill them
Their presence blinding
That's why they hate them
They come too close and try to touch them
But they didn't know that we are the sun
That trying to block out the sun
Would become their biggest problem
Actions have consequences
And we were their karma
The one thing they can't have our colour
Their envy would be their downfall
The sun feeds the earth its energy
So when you take it away, you better hope it has empathy
Or maybe we should take a leaf out of your book and show no mercy
Revenge is a dish best served with a side of justice
If you haven't realised yet we are the sun
We will burn of your skin until your flesh and bone
And drown you in a pool of your blood
So that you understood
That we all bleed red and to dismantle your victimhood
And now we watch you struggle in a prison of your own blood
Inspired by the USPS "19th Amendment: Women vote"
forever stamp (2020)
They stamped her face–
like that could contain her fire.
Purple, white, and gold–
not colors, but warning,
wrapped around a marching soul.
She didn't walk,
she moved like thunder–
every step cracking silence,
every breath remembering
the women who weren't allowed to speak.
They called her too loud.
Too much.
Too wild.
But she was never meant to be quiet.
She was never made to blow.
She wasn't built to fold.
She was built to ignite.
A green gust dancing
amidst the leaves of ferns
In the obscure dawn,
the birds are all restive.
Had we all been
a swarm of unleashed birds
For sure we would have built
a Mediterranean sea
__________________
25 June 2025
You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone,
You, who sit at desks like sentinels of unseen worlds,
I just want you to know that I see through your masks, through your porcelain smiles,
For my eyes penetrate the invisible cracks of your perfect appearances.
Behind closed doors and dusty windows, I feel your hearts beating,
Like muted drums carrying the rhythm of untold stories, hidden by time,
And in every silence, I hear your whispers, echoes of desires and fears,
The truth, like an underground river, flows tirelessly through the labyrinth of your lies.
Masks fall slowly, like leaves in the autumn wind, and only the truth remains,
In the pale morning light, when shadows melt and everything becomes clear and transparent,
I see you as you are, not as you wish to be, in the vulnerable simplicity of being,
And I understand that beyond walls and desks, we are all just souls seeking light.
So let the masks fall, let the walls dissolve into the sands of time,
For only when we are truly ourselves can we find peace,
In a world where truth no longer hides and every gaze is full of light,
We meet, without masks, in a dance of sincerity and rediscovered freedom.
Once on a day of ice and cold
I set out to build my home a throne
Dead cold pricked my skin
And reminded me of its breath
I sat upon a polished rock of guilt
But that too wanted me dead
Through more nights and days then I could count
I built the best seat in man
Not gold it was made from, thorns and courage
Told stories of history to keep it intact
Alone late spring, it felt no longer hostile
Hopes and dreams sewn in a seat of roses
It smiled to me from a distance
And brought warmth to my home
My castle of history built on senile stone
Now turned into gardens of beautiful greens
The wind brushed my hair gently
And I felt the warmth of it hold me
And ask me my name.
In order for something to be born
Something must die
This is how nature lives, the world
This is how all life is built
You can't leave and stay at the same time
It is important to cross the threshold
Hang the lock
Be able to turn away
From things that no longer benefit you
Then the world will open new doors
You can move on.
Was my home built above the endless abyss,
Why do I feel beneath my steps the corpses of ancestors whispering in silence,
Like invisible strings tightening around my neck, reminding me,
Mocking the memory that I am merely an echo of them, a speck of dust.
The place I cherished as a sanctuary was just a cemetery of regrets,
Why do the walls still resonate with rebellion and rage, forgotten flames,
Taunting me with fires that burn unseen in every corner of my being,
Telling me I am just a thread in the hem of an old tapestry.
Do not fight fate, the wind whispers through cracks and time,
For every step I take is a dance with shadows, with the past,
A game of light and darkness, where each memory hurts,
But in the depths, it is just a story that needs to be told, heard, accepted.
And I forgot to bring some extra slips.
,,Hey, could you lend me some of yours?"
,,I am sorry but I don't think they would really suit you"
,,No, that's okay thank you"
I understand that I mean you know then they would rip off right?
It's just, I why can't I just try them on for a minute?
Or, Ah sorry
It was obvious wasn't it?
It's fine I understand
It's just I was bleeding
It's okay
Thank you
I remember when I was 4 and my grandpa had a big white dog. He was old, already, but ofcourse I didn't knew. I remember (How a kid is), always sleeping on him or even hitting him but he never minded. My grandpa said: ,,Don't hurt him for your own sake", first I was confused and said: ,,But it doesn't hurt him", and my grandpa said: ,,Because he knows you're a kid. And you explore hun", I didn't realized until he died. I was angry because my grandpa didn't cry that day but he said: ,,Nothing changes when you cry". As I got older, I heard how he died. He fell in the water hole my grandpa built for the flowers. I don't wanna know what kind of grief he felt that day.
It's so fragile, stately and tall...
standing alone in the middle
of the dry sand so brittle;
a puff of wind can make it fall!
The whiff of rain
is carried by the vagrant clouds,
build it, boy with quick hands;
it's already sundown!
It's the ingenuous creation
of the smallest castle;
what a perfect imitation...
giving it an image too humble!
Ah, know before hand
anything built on sand
will soon end up into the roaring sea:
waves are cruel, they accept no plea!
Through Desperate highs by candle light
Synthetic afternoon delight
Self-righteous breaths to fill with drugs
A longing kiss swept under the rug
Lingering shadows that stretch on the walls
Breathing in deeply the screams from the hall
Unbreakable, porcelain dolls from our dreams
To live for the moments where nothing is seen
Your whispering pleas from midnight to one
In silence, a course bound straight for the sun
The noise of a city to smother your name
Still piercing within, my hands to the flame
I wake up with you; forget what I knew
Forever in bloom, that porcelan view
Unbreakable dreams of yesterday’s sheen
Vibrating at frequencies lost with a dream
Crescendos are lost in words that you left
Deep within memories; moments are kept
Reliving that day; I won’t walk away
The unpayable debt that I left you to pay
So haunt me tonight; the ghosts that we made
Tune in to the radio waves that we played
Indulge in escape with whispers from you
On nights the love in view, was anything but true
old gnome built his home on the back of a dragon named Pete.
that is terrific! Elves and faeries told him, that truly is neat!
unless I want to go somewhere he does not want me to go.
he keeps me here with his tail, his glare, and his big toe.
you are kind of a prisoner in your house, Mr. Gnome?
yes, he told them. He keeps me close to his view, right next to my home.
what if you want to have a vacation or go on a trip?
he shows me his teeth, and he makes my pants rip.
how does he do that? asked a young elf named Sir Grim.
his disapproval somehow scares the seam right out of them.
how long will you live in this kind of strife?
I am afraid I am stuck on Pete until the end of my life.
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