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The Hand That Wrote It

On my saddened days
I’m hoping 
That angels might shine
They’ve done 
everything you can do 
To a person in my shoes 
I’m still breathing
Made it home to tell my mother
She can rest her thoughts
this evening
Sunny days 
Appeal to the circumstances 
In my wretched strengths 
Living life’s 
a variable of extenuating odds 
I’m at twenty three percent 
Relaxing in the palms 
of several ghost
Trying to figure my wife
Theses hard times
Which means the most?
If I call for help 
Will anyone respond
I see individuals tattooed 
Declaring gods son
If I can do what I do 
Then who am I
Because of the people 
I was brought to 
I shed tears from my left eye
If angels don’t smile 
Am I doomed to trials
Of lowered eye brows 

Romulus 
and if the seas summon tomorrow
I will again ponder your trust 
for seasons shall follow

He was known as Romulus
And the seas shall swallow tomorrow
The hand of Romulus
And Caesar shall follow


Indepth of Others

For those of you 
With your arms above me
For those of you
Whom continuously love me 

I never felt like I was at peace
No matter what
There's always 
This emptyness inside
This overwhelming lease 
No matter what I do 
What ever I go through 
I just can not seem to fill 
This estranged opening
This subtle cloaking 
People 
Pat me on the back 
People 
Tell me they love me 
Some reach out 
more than others
Unexpected brothers 
But I can't find peace
Even as a child 
The only happiness 
I've ever known 
Is seeing another smile 
Like a ghost
I've become ever so close
My solution becomes
When you're lost 
You're found 
I guess people are human
And they will let you down
Form: Ballad

Late Night

Its late night 
Early morning 
And I can't Sleep
But matter falls 
In a whole heap 
No longer do I ask "why?"
Turn over or try
Wish upon a time 
I could dream upon a lie 
Drown my blood stream 
In the heaviest medication 
Keep my head strong
Attempt to live long 
with a heart of dedication 
Watch as married couples crumble 
and Divorced spouses rumble 
it’s a rocky road but keep humble
Play hot potato with death 
But don't fumble 
If I could I change my ways 
I’d live for days
React in silence 
No matter what anyone says 
chasing my deepest thoughts 
And I'd give them up never
If I could keep my closest forever 
Fractures in the ceiling 
So many corrupt figures need healing
Brave hearts discouraged by sour tarts 
Reaper or keeper, 
We may never tell them apart
Form: Bio

My Secret Sin

My situation is no better but nor is it worse
Rehearsing grace at the dinner table
I ain’t hungry, my stomach just hurts
Another day has passed 
Now I’m just one day away
From seeing yesterdays cast 
And on these black pages lies, my secret sin
I’ve learned that you can let go of your pain
Just by helping another get through theirs
Who would’ve thought, you find someone who cared
My misery and stress 
I print it in between those college rules
Even when my patience is guessed 
I choose to remain peaceful and cool 
Slowly run your fingers along these black pages
Feel for your selves my secret sin
We don’t have those same love songs 
That once could take you away
Tear you apart, when you have nothing to say
And put you back together on that same shattered dream
On which we lay
Shed tears when I think back on the past eight teen years
And I apologize for not being sincere
Especially at times when you would tell me 
Your only love was for me still being here
Heart to heart, closer than apart 
One those black pages lies my secret sin
I’m going to find my way to my grave regardless
So many say I’m stubborn and heartless 
Everyday I searched for a home
My loved ones were gone 
Pardon me please 
For my soul is partly at ease

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Written: September 21, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Silent One

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“You look but do not see” —
yet “here comes the sun,”
and “the times they are a-changin’.”
I walk “a long and winding road,”
where “every breath you take”
becomes “a bridge over troubled water.”

“I still haven’t found what I’m looking for,”
but “imagine all the people”
who “carry that weight”
and “knockin’ on heaven’s door.”
“Nothing else matters,”
when “we are stardust, we are golden,”
and “forever young” is only a prayer.

“Blowin’ in the wind,”
I hear “a hard rain’s a-gonna fall,”
yet “don’t stop believin’”
whispers through “fields of gold.”
“Wish you were here,”
but “you can’t always get what you want.”
Still, “hallelujah” rises,
and “let it be” becomes my vow.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Before Your Reflection Fades

i write for hours
no i lie
i used to
for the same reasons
i use you

i would stay for a bit
but my heart yearns 
for the days that pass away
I guess what i'm trying to say
is sometimes we kindly lay
with in forgotten thoughts

marriage is like tomorrow
intertwined with the worst 
for better love
i'l never forget you 
or what time does

the end gives you a tremble
feel it as it recognizes doubt
given all that i can remember
towers fall and planes yield

man remains abandoned by truth
you cherish what is false
and you recommend disbelief
did you think i'd forget

"sometimes it doesn't matter who colors the portrait
the ink still fades"
Form: Lyric

Casual Dreams (Angel of Sadness)

As this city sleeps 
I give you open arms with more to keep
Now I'mma make you beg for mercy
As you would have me do
As the home crowd marinates and laughs at you
Even though the man is deaf I still say excuse me
I respect him as he was in place to abuse me
I laugh, I smile, in hopes that they won't 
A gasp, a given child, whom copes when they don't 
I've had this mark since birth
But it's so not a birth mark
I think it's a hurt spot, a dirt art
I feel like I died
Like I'm buried alive
The truth is I feel like I'm tired
Like I'm barely alive
Now my eyes are red
Heavy, Lively
Just a little past dead
A meal past bread
As this city sleeps
It dreams of a scene
A peaceful place in defeat
Form:

The Song

The song is ever-changing
 words dispelled in random rearrangings
but the melody that plays
 is the reveal of every heart in this masquerade.

Within the phrases dispersed
 lay the heartbeat unrehearsed
and every rhythmic enterprise achieved
 fails to fill the want and need to be believed.

Hum the cadence of the inner dance
 how often do we forgo the chance
when love returns to sing love tunes
 although there is no hope of its eternal loom.

Hear the measure of your long lost dream
 the shouts and whispers of some silent scream
nothing lasts forever, everyone and everything slips away
 until time ends, let the music of the song play.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Ur Happy Ending

Until it ends 
My friend
Until it ends 
I’m here for now 
You say you love me
But will it end good friend
Every night I lay to sleep 
I will think of you
My last enchanted wind
I will cherish
What ever time refuses to suspend
Do you remember a time 
I wrote so fierce 
Do you remember a time 
My words could pierce
Please enjoy, I insist
When life settles around you 
Places in our imagination no longer exist 
Next to me, next to you 
Arm in arm
Hand in charm
We’ll decay together
Like the good times 
I wrote and I spoke
Goodbye world 
Look to never again hear from me 
Like a child I’ll play
We’ll swing, we’ll slide
We’ll laugh we’ll smile this day
Form: Bio

Live & Die

You live and die
And that’s all you can do in this life 

This day tomorrow may not be wished upon
As the eve of my passing days seem rougher than shown
And everything you do reminds you of chances blown
Off to the sides as a pedestrian you continue to roam
In your deepest pleasures you no longer lust to moan

You live and you die
And that’s all you can do in this life 

You try and you attempt to get by
But you falter, and die
Key words being said “you try”
I’m always alone 
Always and forever, I have no home
You bow your head 
And you pray to your god
I smile, no I smirk
For I know there is no easing this hurt
My casual worth
Sarcastically is actually dirt

You live and you die
And that’s all you can do in this life 

What other reason could one be here? 
Other than to pursue pleasure and happiness
Yet enduring this pursuit of comfort
We are plagued with what happens to be stress
I’m open to all thoughts, so you tell me

What can you do besides live and die
I hear that’s all you can do in this life
Form: Lyric

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