You tower over the doorway,
wavy blonde hair catching the harsh fluorescent glare
of the hallway outside the prep room.
Everyone parts for you—
you carry that old, easy popularity
like a jacket you never have to zip against the cold.
I am sitting two desks down,
drowning in a sea of manila folders and printed articles,
our thirty-minute prep clock ticking down to zero.
They say extempers have to think on their feet,
have to look a judge in the eye and command a room,
turn global chaos into a neat seven-minute argument.
So why does a single digital inbox
leave me completely paralyzed?
I sent the words weeks ago.
A confession typed out in the dark margins of midnight,
shoved through the mail slot of your attention,
and you just walked past me this morning
with those sharp blue eyes,
looking right through me to the whiteboard behind my head.
You don't even have to offer a rebuttal.
Your silence is a twenty-four-point font,
screaming louder than any speech I have ever given.
the first flower
never wondered
why the field was empty.
it simply bloomed.
The first eight hours of Emory Gleep
were mainly spent in sleep;
but when, finally, he awoke,
not a word, he spoke.
Maybe,
he was a baby.
Post email setup’s “gold medal” triumph, face to face on screen,
with sister Jay who sagely warned against overt optimism,
Yet within space of five minutes, we chin wagged without a glitch
Quaint email address,
creative, ancient greek to,
me, is not the word!
fiendish password one,
might draw blank? that first email,
dispatched, to myself!
hiccups in between,
topic, text field, message failed,
my fault? well never!
If it's true -
Is it true that
Even the greatest sinner of them all
The devil ?
Can anyone, no matter how -
Can someone like me?
If they can yet become
Like that
If that's so -
Then is it true
Possibly truly know
Is it feasible.
Well if anyone wants to know if you can help me out ~with~ the flow
Then yes I want to go.
Even if it hurts to see.
Flood tide on flood tide; a night
Of storms awash in.
Dear, as brief a time will run
This pillowed grieving.
Mood of a morning after?
Look of a land then?
Sweetest chirped, smile-budding cracked
Quickly forgetten!
Misty mystic night marveled mesmerized.
Cobalt blue cerulean ambient glistened.
Nascent crescent descent Moon sparkling
My dormant dreams drinking desires
Tingling passion, lingering urge surging.
I pressed my lips to seal my love.
A kiss in the dark pierced my heart
shaking senses to touch seven heavens.
Instant vision through amorous lens.
I'm in love
To be in love
is to be
-- alive --
++ with God ++
is a life worth living
To be neither -
either - good or bad
is to just be.
Amore mio, is to
be free.
Enigmatic entropy endeavours the devouring of my depressive tendencies
In the form of an effaced anonymity
Pledging a tender hand to thwart the destruction of my anatomy
Distraught estrangement of in-autonomous tailing tellings
Shall cast this faceless stranger astray
Beyond the smooth syllables of an identifying name
For these hounds that thrash in the thick of sleep
And so do weep of singularity in accompanying company
Shall chase, shall gnaw at the face, the hand that feeds the freer frailty of freedom
And chaff this chance of a chance to escape
These samsaras of silence for the requiem of a dallied day
Dancing and dashing and prancing and thrashing
In the estranged fixation of this strange savior
That wilt know not of my inner ills, beyond the disfigurement of mine own outer mutilation
K.M.P
18//9//26
As I sit here remembering the day we first met
You filled my heart with happiness I won’t forget
A beautiful smile that brightens up my day
Eyes that shine like diamonds under a moonlit sky
Little did I know you were broken inside
As all I wanted was to be by your side
A caring heart for all to see
Hope there’s enough room in there for me
Give me your heart so I can caress
As making you happy is what I do best
I want to hold you in my arms
To protect you from other people’s harm
Time and time others have been mean
As they don’t know how to treat you like a queen
As my love for you keeps getting strong
I look at you and hope nothing will go wrong
I have been hurt many times before
But being with you is all I ask for
a and
an abm
anu always
astounding at
adaptative antic
accommodate again
addlepated aversive
alpine anchylosis
are as
am ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
You came into my life
like a hunger I never knew I had,
and somehow
I began craving something
I could never have.
There was something beautiful
about the danger in you,
something I knew
I should stay away from,
yet still found myself
walking closer.
Maybe I saw myself in you.
The darkness,
the loneliness,
the parts we keep hidden
behind a smile.
You were never mine,
but somehow
you left pieces of yourself
inside me.
And now I wonder—
was I drawn to you
because you were different,
or because you carried
the same emptiness
I had been trying to hide?
Maybe some people
are not meant to stay.
Maybe they're only meant
to awaken something in us,
then leave us
to deal with the hunger
they created.
And if that's what you were—
I still don't regret
meeting you.
Appears alone under the mad moonlight.
Moves melodically with inept inertia
Faceless flora, shapeless sapiens
Kissing clandestine by the elderly elk.
Hands hurried with precise passion
Cutting curfew is non-negotiable.
Infant inception in dark destinies.
THE ALMOST
Your eyes spoke more before you said a word,
your smile shone bright before your name was known.
I remember those eyes that looked with love,
I remember those moments more than my own.
Every moment, every word
had light, love, and shyness,
till both of us came to know
our hearts were meant to beat together.
We learnt each other's laughter,
those dreams filled with you,
those momentary pleasures of love
that fluttered my heart like a dove.
I noted everything down,
in the back of my mind,
wishing someday
you would become mine.
I thought you would stay till the end,
but I don't know what made your heart bend.
For everything that ever happened
filled my heart with the almost.
And the only thing I did
was break into pieces.
But wasn't it too late to realise
that the thing was my unwavering trust?
I still remember those moments, but now,
those eyes turned away from me without a word.
Your smile faded,
as your lips no longer shaped my name.
Your eyes spoke less
before you left me unheard.
~solace ash
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