Shoulders stooped
Bending forward
Neck in knots
Lower back pain
Stiff joints and muscles
Ligaments and muscles too
Wages of work and age
Just desserts of slavery
Slavery to a system
Buying your time
Energy, youth and vitality
With a payback clause
When Hope is HP then Faith is Mana.
During the character selection phase you face your Prakriti.
While doing the main quest affects your Vikruti
Then how do you balance it to perfection?
Other than finding the little treasures that lying lores lay low in said Side-quests.
Kampai to all the hard Side-questing.
Whether its reading Manga or watching Hentai .
But blocking the path/pass is not a typical monster but lack of tools or insight missing from the scrolls.
In that case what kind of character am I ?
it used to be their home full of laughter
love kindness compassion and intimacy
until the chaos descended and illness took hold
in a few days she will be moving out
vacate the space which is empty already
put geographical distance between the two
the romance of the century is over
walls are mouldy with soggy paint
electrics malfunction next to the leaks
dust everywhere resembles
disorder and pandemonium
powerless over the turmoil it shields
it will take months to upgrade appearance
years to heal and regather momentum
of what could be a life of some freedom
he used to drink on such matters
or default into utter depression
today he is just disappointed and sad
cleaning stuff calls for blisters and callus
elbow grease and compassion of self
above all he needs to be kind to himself
"JUST FRIENDS"
Your warm breath
Inside my hair
Words caress
Then disappear
Like our secret
Love affair
"I love you, Dear.
But please, not here.
Those who know me,
might be near."
Your naked stare
Knows all, I like
"Never ask, never lie."
Messages
For me alone
Written down
Our secret code
Long goodbyes
Surprised hellos
Crowded rooms
The telephone
Open shirts
Skirts unzip
How we kiss
Is how we miss
Wine and words
To never cry
Lie and laugh
Our alibis
Flowers, cards
We've not the time
All your prose
A single line
When it ends
We both know
Those who ask
"Who, us ?
Just friends."
If the homeowners say "Welcome" to you
You should say: thank you very much!
But, if they said "get lost"
Keep silent ~ no "thank you very much" and go back.
Your heart is kind, so amazing
A blessing, inside… my soul is praising
You’re a piece of the life, God gave
A life full of purpose, a chance so brave
Your soul is faithful, such sacrifice
A sweet smelling joy, heavenly spice
You’re a miracle of grace, God’s light
A murmur of love that feels so very right
Your story comes alive as dawn rises
A blessing of pure wonder always surprises
You’re a healing of the heaviest heart
A music poured out, a song that won’t depart
Your tenderness is like a breath of hope
A sweet ember of encouragement so I can cope
You’re a friend who is worthy of each honor
A promise that tells me all my fear is a goner
Your natural ability is to always inspire
A sincerity that reassures my wildest desire
You’re more than a blessing, I can’t describe
A blessing that is just what Jesus did prescribe
When I first met you, I didn’t realize
How your light could be brighter than sunrise
Now I know that you’re more than a friend
You’re assurance that my gratitude will never end!
Thank you, my friend – for all you’ve been
I’ve loved you since our friendship did first begin
It's location on the outside,
the smallest of them all,
mostly works in combination,
when the rest are all involved.
Perhaps when elevated,
indicating one's refined,
typical of the dainty,
or intention by design.
Alone its rather fragile,
proportionally rather dinky,
when injured, not significant,
after all, it's just a pinky!
Poised at the ready
Navy Sailors alerted
Poisoned spaghetti
Navy Sailors deserted
I really didn't need to go
But I found a reason to leave
I got in the car, put her in drive
To shop at Stuff Mart
...just a little bit
I didn't want the whole
A piece of the pie would do
What they left were crumbs
The part unnecessary for pleasure
...just crumbs, really
Don't bother to get up
I can still walk and get around
Your requests must be met
While mine can remain, unfound
...just...for...a bit
No, I am not a victim
I left that way long ago
I grew a pair, manned up
Realizing the cost for care
...just...justice would NOT be served
I decided a hug was too much
I decided consideration a debt
Reciprocity demands service
And I, well, I am unwilling to pay
...so, I JUST...stay
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-24-2026
I JUST LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH
Loneliness is as a period
Without a full sentence;
It mirrors a riverbed
That once knew water;
Yes, loneliness can be canvassed
As a dried eggshell that has lost all:-
You were my life’s sentence, water, and yoke:
And this life of mine, just misses you so much:-
So excited to see you
Hadn't been together in years
You got on with your life
While I survived all the tears
Can't believe it took a crisis
To bring obligation to the top
Never any need to connect
Until a hero was needed to manage the loss
You suddenly appeared like rain
After the grass was scorched and brown
No amount of help could be given
To rescue the old wedding gown
There came a moment of talking
I was sure your heart would open wide
The moment the words left my mouth
Your harsh tone widened the divide
...and I could hear....."JUST DON"T SPEAK"
my heart cries...it's over
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-21-2026
I long for the majesties of autumn--
the mildly chilly breeze, pleasant walks,
the mums of varied colors, the changing leaves . . .
I look forward to seeing the riot of colors in the leaves;
but where I live, the sun burns hot in early autumn.
I anticipate wearing flannel during October walks.
Though I am no longer able to take long walks,
during short ones, I’m still in awe of the changing leaves.
My favorite time, weather-wise, is near-mid-autumn.
Autumn-lovers on walks gaze at red, yellow, and purple leaves.
When a loved one commits suicide NO ONE wants to talk about it
Not about the person, the pain, the act,
they avoid it like the plague
Just because my son took his own life,
does not mean he was not a special person
HE was a kind, loving, giving human being
Just because he took his own life does not mean
he does not deserve to be remembered-
He does deserve for his name to be spoken
Just because he took his own life, does not
mean that I don't miss him with every fiber of
my being, I do and I wish it could have been different
Just because he took his own life, it does not mean
that I wish the situation were the same as when he was
alive, I do not, he was suffering from extreme illness and
I only want wholeness and peace for him, which I believe
he has achieved. But I will NOT avoid talking about suicide
and trying to DO SOMETHING about it, because it is a
painful terrible thing and it will not be stopped until
people talk about it and DO SOMETHING!
I am a proud American,
Nothing more, nothing less,
No tags to wear,
No labels to confess.
I am not blind to history,
Nor unaware of our mistakes.
Like nations older than our own,
We've known the risks that failure makes.
Yet through the trials of our past,
We learned, endured, and found a way.
To rise above our broken roads
And build a stronger path each day.
History is not a chain to drag,
Nor a script we must obey.
It is a compass in our hands,
To guide us forward on our way.
I know what this country means to me,
A truth no one can redefine.
Not by titles, not by degrees,
Nor by a different view than mine.
So let me stand where I believe,
Without demands that I conform.
Leave me be, and walk in peace,
No anger, only calm and warmth.
For I am a proud American,
Nothing more, nothing less;
A citizen of hope and freedom,
Without a need for anything else.
I’m just an American, and proud to be!
By James C. Chapman
Sarah I never knew how much of an angel you was. until you grew your wings and flew too that beautiful bright star above our heads and if that start would give me one wish. I would wish for you to come back and fix our broken hearts..?? but as I sit here underneath the night sky and bright moon.. remembering all of the ambivalent times we shared. I swear it makes my heart bleed tears...... if I laugh or cry as a grandad I hope she hears.. that I'm still not happy about the time she died my hair or all the times her friends made me babysit for a year lol *** so thank you everyone for the mad or amazing times we all got too shair xx
I love you big sister
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