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Feelings, I thought genuine,
were a concoction of lies.
And the memories we've shared
often bring tears to my eyes.
You easily deceived me;
allowing my hopes to climb.
Yet, love slipped through my fingers
like the shifting sands of time.
Your excuses weighed me down,
like a stone lodged in my heart.
Yet, I believed every word;
thinking that we'd never part.
Your betrayal converted
my elation into pain.
For your empty promises
let me down, yet once again.
In a sea of tears, dreams sank;
to the depths of my sorrow.
And wishes were abandoned,
to the whims of tomorrow.
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Crimson sky is cold
Empty promises you told
Now the light is grey
Watching futures fade away
Just shadows today
Broken words
Fading bird
Still I hear
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Killing fields are wide
No more places left to hide
Is there still a time
Before we leave it all behind
The yours and mine
Broken words
Fading bird
Still I hear
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Look at the ground
No holy sound
Left in this town
Tears coming down
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
I’m judged without them knowing what I go through.
Whatever I do, judgment always falls.
The venomous tongues never fail.
That’s why, no matter what I do, I don’t care about their opinions.
I don’t live for them.
Their judgment is nothing I need.
Examples shoot out from every side—
I sit on them all.
The world is cruel; whatever I do,
They’ll always talk about me.
I don’t care about their gaze! I am myself,
No matter the circumstances.
I do what I love, I nurture my joy, I build my confidence.
Their gaze slides off me—
Useless and barren.
Two things I weigh without emotion:
Their lives, and their views.
I’m not like salt—
Good for every dish.
Their opinions don’t count.
I simply try to move forward—straight.
I walk without fear, even when the ground crumbles.
I follow my path, not the one they try to force on me.
They told me: “Keep a low profile,”
But my truth does not bow.
I prefer my blunt silences to their fake words,
My raw actions to their empty promises.
I no longer wait to be understood.
I understand myself—and that is enough.
They want me to doubt, to bend, to break,
But I raise my thoughts like a banner of defiance.
I’m not the reflection they want to force upon me.
I am what I chose to be—unmasked, unmirrored.
I need no validation.
What I build is my liberation.
After each trial, I strengthen my armor—
Not to hide, but to choke their persecution.
They love when I stay low, silent, invisible.
But the moment I rise, they point their dry fingers.
Let them talk—their babble can’t reach me.
They beat against filthy walls—
I don’t hear them.
I’ve gone deaf to their slander.
I am my own measure,
No factory product, no cartoon.
I do what I must, without their permission.
My cross, my voice, my choices—
All are mine.
Nothing in me bows.
My life is no submission.
Present Unwrapped
Plan for tomorrow
live for today
the moment redeeming
future caches
Say what you mean
do what you say
the circle enclosing
— truth on display
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Palace Rules
No worse enemy
than an ex-friend
No better friend
— than an enemy turned
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Empty Promises
Caring not much
for what I haven’t seen
Deaf to those voices
still trapped in between
Caring not much
for what I haven’t been
Each promise stays empty
— not kept from within
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
White Buffalo
Can you …
Know
without thinking
Win
without beating
See
without judging
Cry
without pain
Speak
without stricture
Come
without staying
Wish
without hoping
Share
without claim
Hear
without language
Curse
without malice
Hunt
without preying
Rule
without reign
Fly
without plumage
Dance
without music
Love
without taking
Die
— without shame
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Hans Christian Andersen getting jealous
its election time and Politian’s are getting zealous
telling tales is now the norm
the promises are falling like in a heavy rain storm
fake news fills your news feed
all written to convert and mislead
they will promise you the moon and stars
then send your kids to die in wars
starve the poor and feed the rich
It’s not the greatest sales pitch
brand new hospitals, cut the pay of those fat cats
more broken promises from liberal democrats
their lips move but the truth does not come out
empty promises is all they spout
save the planet the rallying call
just before they fly to las Vegas for the climate ball
trusts a dirty word not to be believed
spoken my Politian’s who ask should we stay or leave
you will still go work and get poor pay
and they don’t listen to what you say
they will just mock your decision
your vote means more when cast it for strictly on television
I say I love myself
but found home in blue n white
Letting the pills fill the emptiness
I say I love myself
yet starve, calling skipped meals a diet
shattering mirrors with avoidance
this body I hate
I say I love myself
so I embrace pain like an abused child
licking the wounds of empty promises while picking wildflowers
I say I love myself
but wear the mask of smiles that lie for me
pushing away those who genuinely love
for who can love destruction
I say I love myself
but built walls, calling it protection
Praying no one makes the climb
but fervently pray they do
I say I love myself
yet wish I never existed
perhaps the pain would end
They tell us we’re the future
yet 63% of us stand under twenty-five,
hungry for more than empty promises.
They say unemployment is only 6.8%
but when each job vacancy spawns nineteen hopeful faces,
those numbers shatter.
It’s not our fault alone
we’re taught to pass, not to prepare,
and leaders build bridges to nowhere.
change the system,
rebuild classrooms with real tools,
forge curricula in tune with today’s world,
craft jobs that don’t evaporate at sunset.
We memorize theories dusted in chalk,
while the real world races in code and startups
our syllabi stuck in yesterday’s headlines,
outdated lessons that never teach how to build,
to pitch, to innovate, to adapt.
change the system,
write modules on digital skills and green tech,
teach us negotiation, problem-solving, resilience,
so our knowledge finally walks hand in hand with reality.
Because when the system bends to our needs,
those cracks become the light we’ve been waiting for.
My campfire illuminates the scattered stones of the chapel ruin.
Conjuring contorted shadows who swell like mighty hands
Proclaiming the insanity of the divine.
Tobacco and tea is all I need beneath the tapestry of the stars,
I say " good night" to shuffling cattle and cantankerous insects
And declare darkness as a friend, soothing ,forgiving
A keeper of empty promises,
Seeking clarity I have fled to the mountains
To escape from the acquisition of things ,
I need to expunge , to cleanse
illusions of the mind,
A forlorn song of wayward bird
Carries on the breeze
I sleep in the stillness of a silent night.
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Crimson sky is cold
Empty promises you told
Now the light is grey
Watching futures fade away
Just shadows today
Broken words
Fading bird
Still I hear
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Killing fields are wide
No more places left to hide
Is there still a time
Before we leave it all behind
The yours and mine
Broken words
Fading bird
Still I hear
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Look at the ground
No holy sound
Left in this town
Tears coming down
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
i don't believe you
i want to but i can't
you're smoke and mirrors
you're on you're off
you're on again
you're here you're gone
you're all attention
when i explode
your minimum is not enough
you don't impress me
you fail at every chance
your minimum will never be enough
put on the spot you make the effort
but empty promises is what i get
convincing at the time as they may be
you fail to inspire confidence
why i haven't given up on you
remains somewhat of a mystery
your minimum keeps you afloat for now
you're hovering on a thin borderline
and you seem quite content at that
you make promises
that i keep taking
in good faith
you don't follow through
you keep falling short
is that really all you've got?
but when i turn the tables
i have to wonder
why it is that i'm ok with that?
I need to know if you're ready
to meet me halfway ~
AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026