finally
someone
this guy
how is he real
how is he doing this
finally
i feel loved
appreciated
he sees the real me
and still loves me
he loves me?
how does he love me
we are so different
yet exactly the same
yet he still can't look me in the eye
the sunrise is here
I'm finally happy
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioning
And I been living in my
House
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live
In
The birds wake me up
With their song first thing
In the morning
I am already used to that
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
erupting bright sky
sends rays down on earth
gathering water
this actual poem,
that I am write.
finally, an actual poem,
during the day, during the night.
I write this poem,
start to end.
a proper poem,
my mind starts the bend.
as my quill runs out of ink,
I'm so tired, starting to sleep.
my eyes start to drag, I constantly blink.
the final full stop and then I sleep.
(did I really rhyme sleep with sleep, I'm a genius poet.)
dark clouds opened up
releasing the needed rain
cooling the parched ground
We loved enough to build a
beautiful home.
We loved enough to let each other go.
May we both find peace in
the quiet after.
I was waiting for you for so long.
I knew from shortly after our start,
It is with me you fatefully belong.
Your love reassembled my broken heart.
I studied things you very early on in life knew.
I knew rebirth and star readings are real.
With my soul as old as yours, not much is new.
I know it is when I am with you, I truly feel.
I felt when we met, it was somehow a reunion.
I felt I was meeting an old friend after ages.
I talk to you as though we are in communion.
At times, my soul recalls how we were sages.
I was learning about you for years and years.
I learned how to love and understand you.
I also learned to overcome many taught fears.
Our love is part of good karma long overdue.
So, you were finally at home,
With your family once again.
After all the roads your heart had taken,
Through thick and thin,
Through the illusions of life,
And all the choices it had laid before you.
You chose tranquility, despite the loneliness that came with it.
You chose to be yourself.
Finally at home, you learned to find joy
In the little that was on the table,
Rather than having more on the table
While living a life filled with despondency.
Mama, I’ve finally met an honest man
He says he’s full of faults
He admits no way he can
NOT keep his lusting eyes off my body, and
figures I can’t possibly be interested in him…
And mama, he works two jobs while
taking care of his invalid parents
when they sleep, he runs errands
O, mama, I’ve fallen in love so madly
I want to give myself to him so badly
Don’t be fooled, dear. You’re just glad he
kind of reminds you of your last daddy
who, you may remember
~ they hauled away in a paddy*
______________________
*as in 'paddy-wagon'
The day the dam finally cracked.
It sounded like a loud boom followed by several snaps.
In the distance, a warning siren.
Then there was a hurricane-like sound of water crashing through metal pipes.
I was home, unbothered when it happened, taking a long-needed nap.
This did not surprise me; after years of warnings that fell on deaf ears, harsh remarks, and side-eye glances.
Myself and the 300 did our best, but grew tired of cleaning up others' messes.
Patching daily holes, coming up with ways to make this dam stronger for the next generation.
Of course, it did not last, with many throwing stones and other sharp objects.
Breaking the mold.
Hate and violence — it simply could not hold.
So as the waters rushed into my home,
I simply let it take me under, closed my eyes for one last time.
Inwardly, I thanked the Lord with a smile.
some people find hope in a valentine or a person’s hug
Others find hope in a prayer, church service or a dog’s lick
I did not find hope in any of the regular places
It’s not that I was not looking
Well, let’s rephrase that
I did not know I was looking
but I think I might have been
Because hope is something that brought me out of my funk
My relatives tried to instill it into me
They are horrible people; their negativity bounces off their pores
One of my neighbors tried in her bumbling idiot way
But I have never liked her or her little dog
I finally found hope in a white-walled padded room
where I could be myself, see myself and play with myself
Spring has reared its head as Robin's multiply on fence line
tough love
some say it is the best way
so they toss their child out with the trash
she climbs back in the window
huddles under her blankets
praying you won’t find her
you do not feel guilty
you do not care
you are a parent who is stressed and strapped
for forty-six years you have coddled her
working three jobs whereas she has had none
whose fault is this?
Then you came.
And I didn’t fold.
I didn’t shrink.
You wanted me—
all of me,
not the parts I had carved down
so I could fit into someone else’s hands,
not the shape I thought I had to be
to survive.
I could finally stretch.
I could speak.
I could take up space.
And you let me.
You held me
without needing me to be small,
without trying to shape me
into something easier, lighter, quieter.
And for the first time,
I felt it:
the calm, the relief, the quiet joy
of being wanted
for exactly who I am.
I am not a tool.
I don’t belong in someone’s pocket.
I am not a shadow
to be borrowed when convenient.
I am me.
And you want me.
And that is enough.
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