Societies Haves, Have Nots
We all have something we hold close.
A memory, a fear, a dream we don't say
Tumultuous. A clearly audible and we all
have not adequate time to fix everything we
Wish we could. We have enjoyable days that
Lift us up. We have not the affirmation they'll
Linger.
But we keep shifting because pausing never
Anything preferable.
We have people who loves us, even if we
Not recollect to notice. We have not the
Faultless words to explain what hurts inside.
We have brawn we didn't know we had until
Life constrained us too far. We have not the
High living of choosing every confrontation we
Face.
We have hope, even when it's miniature.
We have not the map for what's in-store
But we walk regardless because that's what
Humans do.
Nothing makes me feel complete
Except when a grown man
Just tells me he understands and can relate
While another ran
Because he got that text
I'm sorry I'm late
Now the days are long
The nights are shorter as each one passes
I study life's element
Was he weak
Am I negative but I hold close
He that finds a wife finds a good thing
Obtaining favor in gods eyes
Maybe my baby daddy was not weak
To me ran
Yet still I stand
Tired broken disgusted
Not trusting
Fighting lust
I may never want to find the answer
A man who abandoned their child
Is that a man
Or someone who is just looked upon as WEAK!
RK: "I built a ship in a bottle under the sky, and it flew higher than that and into the eye"
Kate: "squirming beneath the fire are little coals these spark like candles that hold close the cold"
Lucifer: "I shall later digression when rolled up together billions deftly gather."
Aurora: "Intimidated by caressing is like fronting a storm that bubbly smile is the crescendo of lore"
Uraeal: "Invite the fellowship there is no sea, not for miles in fact will that splice these trees."
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sometimes you feel like you exist all too much and yet still not quite enough.
you are proud that you feel.
and you are angry that you hurt.
when you love with every fibre of your being, you have to expect to greave it all the same.
your feelings are too big for you to understand in your small body.
you are just one person.
how can just one person hold this many emotions.
how many times must you put yourself back together with glue before you realise maybe,
you need to be rebuilt.
you grew up in a house on fire and now you expect to be burnt.
how long does it take to realise maybe,
it’s not the house, but myself.
how long does it take to realise maybe,
it’s not them, it is me.
i grew up with scars and charred skin,
and now everything i touch seems to be covered in ash.
i leave fragments of myself with everyone i hold close.
how long until they tire of cleaning up the soot i leave behind.
i grew up in a house on fire.
begging for water.
now i am all coal
begging for a match.
-AVD
Words can't explain what you have done
Fought all my battles I couldn't of won
Listened to the madness, witnessed it too
The only person I trust is you
Fighting the battles as they come
All of this would be to much for someone
But you take it in your stride
Make me feel safe when all I wanna do is hide
The stress it is causing I see on your face
But you take it all in your pace
No money or gifts could thank you enough
So hopefully this poem explains it enough
Things will get better, of that I'm sure
And I can be with the one I adore
Until that day I know I'm in safe hands
Your the only one who understands
Saying I love you doesn't seem enough
Seeing you love me, even when it's been rough
No presents or money could ever show
Your the one my heart does owe
So let's fight these battles together as always
And maybe soon we'll be out of all these revolving doorways
Until then please hold close
My love for you only grows
Thank you for loving me the way you do
I only ever want to be with you
Another day, another battle ensues
Me and you will make it through
I love you ***
I’m letting go of the urge to be seen,
to stand beneath lights that never stay.
I no longer need the world’s attention
to tell me I matter in any way.
I’m letting go of the urge to be heard,
to speak just to prove that I exist.
Not every truth needs an audience,
not every dream needs a witness.
I’m letting go of the urge to be trusted,
to keep explaining who I am.
Those who see me will see me quietly—
the rest were never part of the plan.
I’m letting go of the urge to be number one,
to run a race I never chose.
Peace is not found on podiums,
nor in competing with hidden foes.
But one small urge I still hold close,
the only one I refuse to lose—
the tender urge to stay happy,
a life I now consciously choose.
And in that urge, I find my calm—
no noise, no crowd, no burning need.
Just Rajit, breathing in his own freedom,
finally learning how to simply be.
Nothing Hurts the Way It Used To
I've reached a point in life where nothing hurts me
The way it used to.
Things happen, you get hurt,
People leave, hearts break—
But life goes on.
I built a wall around myself using only self-love,
And that's why, when things go wrong, I'm no longer affected.
I love myself enough now to know my worth,
And that means no longer crying over someone who didn't love me
Enough to stay, or fight for me when they should have.
I used to be the kind of person affected by the smallest things,
Even though I'd been through so much in such a short time.
And now, I can't even shed a single tear.
Not because I've become numb,
But because I know no one deserves my tears.
I used to think nothing ever gets better,
And that things can only get worse,
And that some of us are just destined for pain.
But I was wrong.
Things do get better, and that's all I hold close now.
The smallest glimmer of hope and possibility—
The fact that there's always light at the end of the tunnel,
And no matter what anyone says, things get better with time.
Trust me, they do.
She is a nightmare,
she is the shadow that follows you on a sunny day
She is the monster under the bed your parents told you didn’t exist
She is the clouds that cover the night sky
She is the depths of the mountain no one dares to climb
She is the aura of the world
Everyone is a victim of her
Although some more gruesome than others
She can overcome you and possess you to obey her
She can attack you through the people you hold close
she always wins,
You can try to manage her
You can try to suppress her
But in the end she will not stop
Until she triumphs
She will make you cry
She rejoices in your pain
She will cause you hurt for as long as she can
As if a deadly disease
She never truly leaves you
Until the day you die
I write to speak,
Of feelings folded neat,
Of dreams untold,
And words left incomplete.
A letter — meant to travel far,
Needs an address, a name, a mark;
But mine — they linger, sealed within,
No stamp, no post, no destined kin.
To whom shall I write
When no one waits?
When the heart itself
Locks its gates?
Some are written out of fear,
Some in silence, held so near;
Some for love I’ll never claim,
Some for guilt without a name.
To the unknown, the lost, the dear,
To shadows I hold close and clear,
I write — not to be read or known,
But to whisper truth to my own.
These letters rest where secrets blend,
Pages of thoughts that never end.
They are my diary, my unseen friend —
The letters I’ll never send.
Release him from unnecessary lust
So he remains the man I fully trust.
Relieve him of worry, show him I am just,
So our love shall always remain robust.
Release him from his helplessness,
So he awakens to his own divine greatness.
Relieve him from his hopelessness,
So he attains a life filled with our happiness.
Release him from his ego's frustration,
So he sees my soul is his own's reflection.
Relieve him from his internalized damnation,
So he can hold close our shared salvation.
Release him from his hidden pain,
So he can truly feel happy once again.
Relieve him from what left his heart slain,
So he knows I am all his, even in life's rain.
Your face is the first one I see before waking, and the last before I rest.
You hold the key to my heart and soul, whilst I had burnt it to dust.
In your eyes, I find warmth, and in your arms, I feel safe.
I whisper your name in every wish I make and every prayer I pray.
Your touch is etched on my skin, and your words forever echo in my ears.
I still search for you wherever I go, hoping one day I won’t be alone.
It is you I search for in the souls of people I see, hoping that fate surprises me.
At night, I count the stars shining bright, hoping that one day, our constellations will unite.
I look out of the window, sewing a scarf, for someone who only exists in my heart.
When I remember the letter you wrote, the nostalgia chokes in my throat.
When I hear your old voicemails, I’ll imagine your smiling face
And when I listen closer, it’s your pulse that I hold close and dear.
They were already awake,
The sky dark as the work ahead,
Hands stiff from la tierra,
Feet bruised from the miles,
Yet they never stopped.
The nights were too short,
The days stretched on,
Sleep was a luxury they couldn’t afford.
Still, they pressed forward,
One step, then another.
La tierra gave little,
But took all they had.
Baskets filled with fruit,
Hands worn from the toil,
Every mark, every tear,
A step toward a future
They could only imagine,
But believed in.
Backs bent,
Bruised hands,
Yet their strength remained.
It wasn’t for them;
It was for us.
They worked for a future
That lived only in their dreams.
Every weary limb,
Was woven into a legacy
That endures through time.
What they built isn’t carved in stone,
but in the quiet moments we hold close,
in the lessons that shape us,
in a love that never fades
a legacy that lives within us.
It’s been almost five years since you’ve been gone
It’s hard to believe it’s really been that long
Memories of you often haunt my mind
As grief can be painful and unkind
Today, I stopped for a visit to your grave alone
And stared at your name, forever etched in stone
My raw emotions are now swirling like a storm
Cutting my heart as if tiny glass shards did form
I was not prepared for your time to abruptly end
You were my biggest support, My Dad and godsend
You entered my life when I was only four years old
That part was kept a secret, until later when I was told
As I sit and hear the birds happily sing on this sad day
And admire the fountain that you loved in every way
I smile as I realize it’s across your stone in plain view
Your peaceful desire to be near the fountain came true
I remember past days of walks and talks with you here
A special place of memories I hold close and dear
Your name is etched in stone and forever in my heart
It’s never easy when a beloved parent must depart
May you rest in peace Dad as you enjoy the view everyday
And I hope and pray to be able to see you again someday
Hope is the spark that lights up our way,
Fear disappears with each step we tread.
Aim is the compass that guides us through,
Family is the treasure we hold close to.
Let the sorrows of yesterday fade away,
For the New Year dawns with a brighter day.
Every milestone marks a reason to smile,
Each moment is a gift, a chance to review our mistakes.
Success gives us wings to soar to the skies,
But humility keeps our hearts grounded.
The past teaches, the future inspires.
As a new chapter begins, full of laughter and desires.
With a New Year, new resolutions arise,
A fresh hope to pursue new ambitions.
Eyes gleam with the light of determination,
As the thirst to discover carries us through.
So with open hearts and joyous cheers,
Let’s celebrate the promise of this New Year!
If I so much as to disappear
The demons will go back to their fiery tower
And let me rest in my harmony
The butterflies will celebrate in flight
That the gangstalking evil which I felt
Will no longer be
The deep state will need to find another victim
To hold close to their pitchforks
As I would be free
But will I be remembered
Will anyone focus on my plight
Or will it all be in vein
The darkness cannot take me
For I am too angelic
I fought the demons hard and fierce
So remember me my dear souls
Let peace surround your beating hearts
For I will be in Gods embrace
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