The dark night of the soul, the void seemed like forever
All around me was a wall, all by myself I was my savior
I was the solution, I was the answer to all my questions
I was in evolution, which kept me look ahead to the lessons
Deserted in a desert, there was no place to run for refuge
In the darkness I just sat, I wouldn't run from the deluge
No more fighting, I surrendered to the pain
No more running, I was tired falling again and again
I trusted the process, however small the steps were
I utilized inner forces and with time I journeyed far
While I thought I was gonna die, I turned out way more strong
With happiness now I cry, I arrived where I belong.
Martha Stewart is larger than life,
she succeeded over betrayal and strife.
She hit rock bottom with everything out of whack
but she did make the most admirable comeback.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
This bird has flown
when all else failed
if only we'd known
that ship has sailed
and the plane's left the gate
but wait it's not too late
to radio the pilot
once twice or even thrice
while on the ground
ask him nice
if he'll turn around
in a trice and name the price
to retrace his track
as it won't be the first
unplanned taxi back
for whom the fuel burns
happenstance
of many happy returns
Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.
Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.
because
I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and and I’m abjectly
rendered dumb by their unspeakable pleasures.
I went to an acapella concert last night and OMG!
I was mollywhopped (knocked out).
.
.
Acapella songs for this:
They - The Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones
Finesse (Remix) by The SoCal VoCals
Viva La Vida by Buffalo Chips
24k Magic by Acasola
.
.
....
Trump has everyone quivering
he cornh0led those cowards at CBS
but you know who ain’t backing down?
South Park. I LOVE those guys.
Trigger warning. This is EXPLICIT and hilarious.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afetnw70S04
It's only temporary.
Your glorious return will be exemplary.
Yes! A golden example of what can happen when you don't quit.
God's proof that you and your talent are legit.
This minuscule setback...
It only sets the stage for your epic comeback.
Never mind the chatter.
You and your heart know it's only clatter.
Noise. Mere frivolous noise of no measure.
But deep inside your soul dwells a magnificent treasure.
Now, go and rise from the wrack.
Out into the beautiful vastness away from lack
Onward to abundance
Escape the chains of cumbrance
Setback to come back
Back!
Back!
Just like that
Who has the least to conceal
is willing to bare all
His counterpart protects
his teeth and tongue with ‘Gardol’*
*Its technical name is sodium lauroyl
sarcosinate, aka 'Advance White,'
a popular Colgate product today --
this century's version of 'good old
Gardol!'
Trump's bold shout, America’s flare
Comeback echoed in freedom air
© daniel miltz
love fades like soft rain
echoes linger in the mist
hearts break, yet remain
I am no where near
that great Cicada
comback moment.
Much like a comet,
or the invasion of Grenada,
I'll have to watch a YouTube vid
to asertain the gist of it;
why so short lived,
why so loud?
The mating call aroused,
a trillion Magicicada*
live then die enmasse,
and we are blessed
to have witnessed this,
nature's orchestrated symphony
*magicicada: From Ancient Greek mágos, “magician” + Latin cicada.
The male [magicicadas] aggregate in chorus centers and call there to attract mates. Mated females lay eggs in the stems of woody plants. Within two months of the original emergence, the life cycle is complete and the adult cicadas die. Later in that same summer, the eggs hatch and the new nymphs burrow underground to develop for the next 13 or 17 years. ~Wikipedia
Comeback God sacked a craft sassed to last /
Grasp no slack or sag with the rap slap/
Pressure the bag and tip of the cap /
Coder crack hat and lift that latch /
Off the docket and out the casket /
Almost a tragic trashed hit had him cashed in /
Dodged that tactic now have the out to last kit /
Hoss’s odds lodged a socket to play with any ratchet
Losing my balance but finding my way
I have come too far to ever go back;
Success won't allow progress to decay;
No matter who tries to mount an attack
I promise you I will define comeback;
Walking upon a high rope with tight hope
won't be seduced by a slippery slope;
This path is dangerous but I focus
on this wild vision and it's immense scope;
Flames burn in the heart of this poetess.
Going down memory lanes,
Looking through your messages
Loving every bit of you,
Smiling at the jokes you made.
I wish you were here,
Wish you weren't gone,
Wish we were still together,
Singin' a happy song.
Not a day went by,
When I didn't see that smile of yours,
Days then were made of gold,
But they didn't last long.
Rolled in the darkness,
Unfolding piece by piece,
forcing us into separation,
There wasn't a minute of peace.
Nothing appealed anymore,
Except burrowing myself,
In the mountain of my emotions,
Because even though you're still out there,
There's not a sliver of hope of getting you back.
i say it like it is
you dislike it for what it is
for you started this.
now making a a** display
like crazy freaks with malpractice and hate
narcissist btches ur a public display
“Dear maya”, he wrote, in his bunker somewhere remote
His mind wandered to her joyous smile, seperated as they were, by many a mile,
He penned what came to him instinctively, in a scrawly handwriting,”I miss you lovely”
He wrote about everything but not for long,he wanted to tell her he missed her singing their song.
He wrote about how his home did he miss,his bike, his school and his mother’s kiss
His brother’s dare, his sister’s care,
his eyes glittered as he put it all down,his dimpled cheeks twisted into a deep sad frown,
He wrote about how, of her everything reminded him, his eyes hesitantly filled to the brim,
The distance for a while didn’t his heart tear, oh what he’d give up to at her stare,
Her hand on his heart, never would he want to part;
But close by there was a deafening sound,he knew had to leave, he was duty bound,
He ended his letter;promised to see her soon, in this world of internet, to him letters were still the only boon.
I've waited for you. And yes, you came back. To scar my heart again.
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