The challenge is on front of me
I tried
I tried
I let them see the best of me
I lied
I lied
I've mastered the trade of self-deception
But still failed in self-preservation
I focus on the horizon
I see
I see
But I can be better than what I am
I'll be
I'll be
This can be all im am
Or the beginning of what i can be
This can be all im am
This can be all im am
This can be all im am
Or, the beginning of what I can be
I can make it rain when things need to be washed down the drain,i can make it. rain and go inside, i don't want to play no more. Momma open the door turn on some soothing music to compliment the rain drops striking the window panes,thank God i can make it rain.
When things go wrong and sometimes they will do that I choose not to get on the phone and go chat chat knowing they can't do nothing about that 'n that I choose to make it rain cause i don't want to play no mo.
Fire can erase the evidence,
But it can't erase what you executed:
Paper burns
Guilt doesn't.
You can torch the files,
Shred the receipts,
Hide the hands that signed
The lie-
But the truth stays bold
In the dark.
Smoke can cover the smell,
But not the stain.
Flames can consume the
Proof,
But not the weight
And guilt?
It sleeps lightly.
It wakes early.
It remembers everything
You hoped the fire would
Fail to recall.
EYES CAN LIE
There is something in a glance
like a midway game of chance
As a thousand colored lights
Exploding high, the sky
Listen when the water talks
All those voices calling us
A half forgotten dream
Haunting you, a restless night
In a sudden, all is lost
Like so much, cosmic dust
When you turn away and walk
Eyes can lie and break your heart
Fell in love a few times ... For a few seconds.
And some you never forget.
Do the empty, balding patches on my head express it to you?
How I’ve stayed silent
just so you could heal?
How I’ve cried endless nights over you,
just so I don’t ruin you any more than I have.
How you don’t even care to look me in the eyes
at dance or to even watch me dance.
How you dare to even say
“I don’t want a hug from you.”
To my face,
mind you.
Something I would never dare to do to you,
because I would be scared if I hurt you.
What have I done to deserve such hate?
What can I do to reverse it?
What have I done for you to not even look at me?
What can I do to reverse it?
What can I do to help you?
nothing.
They say you can’t count hairs,
but you sure can count the friends you’ve lost.
378 hairs.
only 7 friends.
The dirt road lined with a wooden fence seems traveled and long
Its direction straight forward with maple and birch;
- where can I go wrong - ?
The steps I take settle in the dirt and relaxation ensues
Clouds pass like ships in the sky full of shades of blue
A bird is chirping nearby, almost beeping in the air
When I try to see it there it goes, flying in the air
I feel like I am part of a world of beauty, engulfed by what I see
- A place full of freedom, where I can be me -
Heidi Sands
10/1/26
(C)opyright
I look at her,
I talk to her,
I walk past her,
I high-five her as much as I possibly can.
But all I get is a three-finger brush on one high-five of 17.
I feel her damaged nails from taking off her press-ons,
I feel her smooth, moisturized, fingertips brush against mine,
I feel all of her sorrow and pain
pass through my blood cells
and though my veins
and into my brain.
Why isn’t she asking for help?
Oh wait.
It’s me.
The silver mirror learns what night can keep,
While autumn whispers through the falling leaves;
What wakes within the darkness while we sleep?
A moonlit question troubles the deep,
And gathers where the quiet water weaves;
The silver mirror learns what night can keep.
The stars descend their staircase toward the steep
Reflections d r i f t i n g underneath the eaves;
What wakes within the darkness while we sleep?
A single owl turns secrets in its sweep,
Its shadow crossing silvered fields and sheaves;
The silver mirror learns what night can keep.
Who taught the moon its patient watch to keep?
Who taught the wind the language that it leaves?
What wakes within the darkness while we sleep?
The lake lies still beneath the hill's dark sweep,
Yet something stirs the image it receives.
The silver mirror learns what night can keep,
What wakes within the darkness while we sleep?
A reputation like mine
Ain't born in the afternoon
It crawls out of the alleys
Where whispers sharpen
Themselves
Into pocket-knives.
I walk through rumors
The way old gods walk
Through storms-
Unbothered,
Unmoved,
Already knowing the wind
Never had the final say.
They throw accusations
Like stones at a monument
They different build.
But I'm carved from a truth
That remembers every strike
And still stands upright.
Integrity is the currency
You can't Counterfeit
Noise is cheap.
And when they try to rewrite
My name
With their shaky little stories,
My reputation answers
In a voice older than their
Shawdows:
I was built to outlive
Your version of me.
How peculiar… one lonely stumble upon another lonely.
That, in itself, is really unimaginable, yet, seems possible.
A wonderful idea!! Two meet to extend the loneliness idea…
I like that!! Where are you, lonely girl??
Come to me, be lonely with me!!
Let’s both share the same loneliness, the same desires…
Be brave, don’t hold back! Find me so we can both be lonely
Together, yet still one; I will wait for you…..
Just.. come on, I’m waiting for you!!
Search more than you had done before;
Look left and right, I’m here… look furthermore!!
Let yours guide to mine;
Let your loneliness, find mine!!!
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vol 7, Ondy Ready to Fly!
Jesus here invites His disciples to travel
right across the other side of the sea
in a fishing boat where a storm arose
this was a great storm, as the disciples agreed
The waves were filling the boat
Jesus' disciples were showing great fear
even accusing Jesus of not caring
for the Lord was asleep, as if He didn't hear
Jesus awoke and questioned their lack of faith
then He spoke to the sea, " Peace, be still"
the wind ceased, bringing great calm
showing Jesus ruled over storms, so brill
Now today Jesus has this same control
whatever storm you are having to face
He can intervene in your life
calming your storm by His grace
Do you have faith to believe He can?
be not like the disciples who were afraid
believe in the Lord Jesus and His love
for He died for your sins, the price He paid
Your colors matter
Wear the ones that speak to you
Bathe and eat them
Color can give you comfort
Artisans know this
They stimulate your dendrites
Right colors will inspire
Step families are a tricky proposition. But with love, compassion and kindness, we can overcome challenges.
Family dynamics can keep evolving
By Michelle Morris
30/08/2026
I love your father
And he's the love of my life
I may not be your mother
But I love you like you're mine
I am going to love you
No matter how you feel
No matter what you say or do
My emotions are deep and real
Like soft petals that touch your cheek
Like sunshine on calm waters clear
Like soft puppies and kittens cute
Like the memories we hold dear
In this life we don't always choose
The family that joins our home
But we can make the best of it
Be kindness and respect in tone
On this journey filled with surprises
Like a roller coaster that keeps us thrilled
Family dynamics can keep evolving
Blessings and grace and goodwill
So, I will love your father
And embrace you as my own
Because we are one clan united
Love and happiness our home
© Michelle Morris, 2026
What came first the chicken or the egg?
The jury is still out on this one. Wait....
Have we found a referee to settle this dispute?
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Sir, I hear you are looking to hire
If so, I’m your man. I can help you retire
Excellent, young fellow, though it sounds too good to be true
Well, sir, after taking a good, long look at you ...
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