First sight of you was all it took
just one look and I was hooked
lost my head and then my heart
that is when the wishing starts
do you even know I exist
or did you see through me was I missed
lost my heart and then my mind
I'm in love hoping you're not blind
they may say I'm crazy
don't look down don't look down
I want to live in the here and now
don't look down don't look down
not the land of maybe someday
with no what if or come what may
I'm walking on the highwire
on a tightrope to the moon
ever higher and higher
wishing and hoping my dream will comes true
don't look down don't look down
falling for you
Balancing matters of the heart.
I walk the tightrope that's my life.
Dream being to find harmony.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The wind echos heartache and pain
Questioning but silence remains
Desperately waiting for change
Our future afar
Distance swallows ike quicksand
Our hearts screaming out its demands
Floating minds try to understand
and yet here we are
there was a contest to decide
which faerie queen to abide
contenders came from kingdoms near
each one clever, each one dear
gnomes, elves and brownies watched the game
hoping Faerie Guinevere, they would name
she had protected the fey all her life
Brownie king brought out his fife
Guinevere was selected that day
to the relief of the entire fey
Never go to ask someone
With sincere solidarity;
Fiery replies make us burn'
With serious frivolity.
None can help you, never will they;
This world's too complex;
Disgraced must be you to say,
If you do reflex.
These days depict more dire decay,
The more 'modern' we are;
We lose sense almost every day,
In the pursuit to be a star.
We all proceed, day by day,
To our final destination;
It becomes darker each day,
Until we become a constellation.
As we approach the final day,
We find ourselves undone;
"Che sera sera" rules every way;
We wait for the new sun.
For the usual life to digress
From the norm to the average
Standard has to meet it's distress
Not considering any group or age
Wonder is unusual to think of
Living is nothing compulsive
And the virus palliative isn't thereof
To some personal risk becomes aggressive
Children won't drive safe love
Adult may set the distance right
Monitoring won't let fun cum dove
Everyone is just of beaming fright
Yet, God is wonderful to all
Despite the stop put to work
Financial status is still in its fall
Many manage months of smirk
Just as it is then and now
People acknowledge all as berk
Those who survived wonder how
Truly it isn't all by ones hard work
We got used to the pains
While waiting for the gains
Because we know
There are raining days
And also sunny days
All days create memories
Some bring melody and some agony.
We always pay the tithes
While looking for greater heights
Because we know
There's a price for everything
Steadily walking on tide
Where there's no place to hide
Hoping for the best to come.
Even when we're tired
No sign of achievements
We don't sit back and fold our hands
To get there, you have to start first
If you truly want it, you have to work for it
Consistency and perseverance are the keys
Because nothing good comes easily
Like an old saying; Rome wasn't built in a day
So don't live hastily, patient is a key.
It’s funny how
I play both sides,
hoping for bonds.
Looking for friendly feelings
from those who
are not friends at all.
My opinions wallow,
trying to create smiles,
hoping to find worthiness,
from places
that are empty and hollow.
I am a mole in a dark alley,
where I operate quite well,
my sensory navigation is so adebt
making all laugh and giggle.
I though,
have a clown grin,
which is upside down,
processing my daily rituals,
from the dark underground.
I saw you there
sitting alone in a corner
while our classmates played.
The look in your eyes—
longing to belong
but fearing to fall.
We were seven then,
in all the chaos,
still finding our places.
You noticed me or not,
I never knew,
but I saw you smile
when you saw the chocolate
I hid in your bag.
Then… one day, your seat was empty.
The next day, and the next.
No one spoke of you—
as if you were never really there.
I grew up
hoping you did the same,
somewhere.
As I walk through the light of hope,
the trees stretch over me, folding in—
as if they want to hug me with the full force of the wind.
I feel all the baggage I’ve carried being swept away.
I fall, and the world pauses—
everything is muted.
I let myself drift,
not stopping, just floating,
letting the earth pull and take control.
I land evenly, face first.
The smell and taste ignite every sense—
familiar, almost.
I stand up, covered in dirt from head to toe.
My hair is full of twigs and sticks,
but I can’t help rubbing it in,
feeling oddly clean and protected—
like I’ve been reborn.
I want to wear this dirt with pride.
Finally, I understand:
to have hope,
you must not be afraid to face the dirt beneath—
face your fears, own them,
wear them like armor.
And then you will see the light at the end—
ready to reward you,
if you’re brave enough to fall and rise again.
Hope is what we feel,
Creates our even keel,
Hope makes smiles aglow,
Here on golden plateau,
Source--faith in Our Lord,
Wake up blessed, still awed!
i hope i wasn’t born the die young
i hope i have the chance to make it out of this damned town
to go to college,
to get married,
to have kids,
and to die happy
i hope that my mind wont get the better of me
when i am 14
and alone
Steadily swimming
She flashes a grin
Doc in a boat
Take's a note
she won't surrender.
She wants to win
finds strength within.
Worriedly Waiting,
friend wishes she'd ask herself "why"
and paces the French side.
Hastily helping,
she rises a moment
to wave, before waves re-hide
He feels pride inside
Stand by the starlight,
The watch boat is tossed
Pain isn't peaceful,
enter the arena
know the cost
Their bond is a beacon; the channel was crossed.
this race isn't lost.
The future continues to become the past
I wonder, is the dye really cast
Accepting that each day could be my last
Grateful for each breath I take
For each new day I awake
Finding my way
Molding my life like clay
Ever hopeful for what I may see
Sets my heart free
From what could of been
Sometime way back when
I never thought I would win
But here I stand
Hope guiding my hand
Past broken hearts broken dreams
Nothing is as easy as it seems
But to push on past
The hard times that never last
Strength from inside
No reason to hide
Compassion lights the way
Towards a new day
Hoping the doors of happiness will open ahead,
I clung to fleeting dreams my heart had bred.
Yet life, a cunning thief, stole the days away,
Stripping hope from my soul, leaving it astray.
Though I fell from the heights I to climb,
I never crumbled like sand previous time.
Because I’ve loved you, life, despite it all,
I’ll sing of you until my body meets its call.
Has life ever asked of us how we fare?
Anyway this brother has borne his share.
I never dreamed for heights too grand,
Fearing the pain of a harder land.
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