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I am a beacon of light for my homeland. My quaint village, serene yet vibrant, is a haven of peace. The youth, with their carefree spirit, fill the air with laughter and song, unbothered by the world beyond. Even the birds know to respect the tranquility of our lives.
From the winding road that leads to the bustling city, the countryside remains unchanged. I love to gaze out and let my thoughts wander as I speed by in the fast-moving vans. My people, ever resilient, continue to drink from the well of life and mind their own business.
Today marks what would have been my late mother's 94th birthday. She was one of my favorite people, a true embodiment of our country's spirit. Rest in peace, dear mother.
With Christmas just twelve days away, I look forward to blending once again with my countrymen, like a well-orchestrated steel band. From New York to the Caribbean shores, no holiday celebration is complete without the melodious sound of the steel pan in Queen Park.
Whether we cry in a storm or dance in the rain, this time of year celebrates life and honors those we've lost. I am a ray of sunshine for my country's people. Merry Christmas, my beloved homeland.
The night slowly unveiled its meek presence,
One final call from nature its essence;
When lullabies awaken some from sleep,
While others conjure softer naps to reap.
The moon and stars had just chased out the sun,
Their twinkles the clouds could no longer shun.
The sky now dons an airglow-twined garment—
Its twilight robe left sombrely dormant.
The chirps and croaks were hymns for that silence,
Both friend and foe in ruly defiance,
They thrilled the dark as they all soared and flew,
Unbothered, though their seasoned songs weren't new.
Sharp jaws filled stomachs yearning to be dared,
Yet weaker grasps let certain grubs be spared,
All in the race to beat the sunlight scare,
Before the night leaves nothing left to share.
Everyone loves everyone
loved no one
but the one looking back
on a moonlit shore,
ignominiously,
the sure clarity of introspective
waves hurried away
like muddied thoughts
squealing downhill.
There is no one looking
for anyone on that shore,
moonlit for naught,
smooth sand unbothered
by footsteps or footsteps
following after,
just shadows cast
for the unenthused moon’s
enigmatic arithmetic.
Always we are shadows
scampering, scampering
off to our delicate garden.
We are the dancing dandelions
by the devilish prospect
of profit death delivers, delighted.
At once we make everything a poem.
There is love underneath love.
There is this, an ocean above.
How are we outnumbered
when all alone? And why must
contempt never be shown?
Since forever I've wanted to disappear,
Death is something I long for not something I fear,
For forever I've been imagining how life would be,
If flames turned me to ashes or if I became one with the sea.
They'd be devastated maybe for a month or two,
Then they'd be really happy, no more feeling blue,
They'd be happy that I finally chose to die,
So it doesn't really matter if there's a cloud less in the sky.
They'd read all my notes, all my secrets would be unveiled,
Everyone would see how horribly I failed,
They'd be disappointed and angry maybe even pity me,
But the cages would open and I know I would be free.
They'd decorate and clean my grave,
My presence they'd never crave,
But maybe they'd cry and wonder what went wrong,
And maybe for answers they would long.
They'd move on with their life and forget I was ever there,
and slowly and gradually they'll stop to care,
they'd start to recover the once-taken space ,
and slowly and gradually they forget my face.
And when I am gone there will be no one to remember me in pastel skies,
No one to search my face in the butterflies,
finally, unbothered I would take my eternal rest,
so I guess it all probably was for the best.
I finally pull the trigger I know I won't regret, My flowing blood pays my life's debt,
And for the last time, I close my eyes,
as I seal the letters with all my goodbyes.
And hopefully, I'll be somewhere far away sleeping in the stars,
where there'd be no more pain, no more suffering, no scars,
The battles I fought till the end would finally cease,
I'd be happy living in evermore peace
I know that silence you hold in your chest,
The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest.
Where love means walking a thin wire line,
And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign.
I know all the lies and the secrets you hide—
what would they say if the truth got outside?
You map every bruise like it’s something you earned,
Like pain is a lesson you somehow deserved.
Wiped your own blood off the floor with numbness and pain.
Convinced you’re at fault for his anger, his reign.
You trace every bruise like a map of your blame,
While he walks unbothered, untouched by the shame.
But I’ve been there too—with concussions and shame,
Convincing myself I was somehow to blame.
If I’d only been quieter… better… more kind,
Maybe the monster would leave me behind.
But he never left — he just shifted his role,
Love became silence that swallowed me whole.
I defended the hands that left bruises behind,
Told doctors and friends, “It’s nothing — I’m fine.”
He broke more than bones—he rewrote my name,
even taught my children I should carry the blame.
He shattered my voice with each cruel word,
Until I no longer trusted what I even heard.
Threats, control, and all my things smashed,
Every piece of my dignity he slowly trashed.
He twisted my thoughts, erased who I was,
Still I stayed, claiming he had a cause.
But I finally broke free though I bled, crawled and ran.
Now I rise not as his—but as my own woman.
And to every woman still caught up in that storm—
a whole world awaits where it’s safe and it’s warm.
I know you feel broken. You’re not too far gone.
it doesn’t mean you were weak just because you held on.
You believed his words you’ve heard many times
Felt your wings break, felt your worth decline.
I’ve been there dear girl, right where you are-
It cuts like a knife and it will leave a scar.
You’ve done nothing wrong, please understand-
He’s the one with the problem, only yours to withstand.
Stand strong girl, be brave have courage to cope-
Get your thoughts together and grab on to hope.
There’s laughter, there’s love, sunlight awaits your face,
A future that’s yours—your truth, your own space.
He is not your destiny. I’m sorry, He never was.
You are a miracle, not born to his laws.
You’re still breathing, still standing, still strong.
And one day, you’ll prove he was so damn wrong.
Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.
Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.
because
I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and and I’m abjectly
rendered dumb by their unspeakable pleasures.
I went to an acapella concert last night and OMG!
I was mollywhopped (knocked out).
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Acapella songs for this:
They - The Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones
Finesse (Remix) by The SoCal VoCals
Viva La Vida by Buffalo Chips
24k Magic by Acasola
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Trump has everyone quivering
he cornh0led those cowards at CBS
but you know who ain’t backing down?
South Park. I LOVE those guys.
Trigger warning. This is EXPLICIT and hilarious.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afetnw70S04
I am not sad
I am not lonely
I am not lost
I am not hiding
From places and people
I am no longer asking questions
As I do not want to know what I don't need to know
I stopped speaking what doesn't need to be heard
And I stopped looking left and right
My sight is now focused on what I value most
I no longer welcome the loud and messy visits
I closed my doors and windows from unnecessary noices
I do not need to apologize for my absence
For my presence was never seen nor heard
If my road chosen bothers you
You are most welcome to take a different path
As my life is not for you to wonder
But mine to lead with love and kindness
Dedicated To My Special Friend, Ryan Domingo
April 3, 2025
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain,
the umbrella, an awning, in a bleak clime.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
I trace my finger down a windowpane
in an attempt to wipe away the grime.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
Is he out for a stroll? What does he gain?
His steps are heavy; they pause ev’ry time.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
Unbothered by a storm that pours in vain,
that drenches his shoes as the levels climb.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
The anguish he carries, no one can feign.
It streams off him with no reason or rhyme.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
I can almost feel the weight of his strain.
He is a man lost amid a troubled time.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
A hurtful event occuring
Covering all of the land.
Outside when I opened my eyes I saw nature crumbling
Crumbling down as the sun sets.
The wind came from mountains
Reached the ocean.
They ended their journey
But directionless it was.
Rain clouds that were missed suddenly is over my head.
Rocks that were unbothered for years came to the road.
Cars and trucks blocked in the heavy rainfall
The early December weather hits just now.
Fogs come brought peace too.
Meanwhile people on road in panic
People in the fields shocked
People on holidays are not happy.
Suddenly the change of weather brought chain of events
That were on hold for past few years.
It's chaos everywhere.
Someone looking for help
Someone looking for shelter
Someone crying for forgiveness from God
Someone trying to kill themself.
Someone trying to save themselves.
Someone trying to save someone
Someone eating while the rain hits the roof.
Someone waiting for their answer.
Someone watching their mother cook.
Someone watching their Dad build a small home for their pet.
Someone watching their sister draw.
Someone watching their brother build a tower of cards.
Someone enjoying because their school announced a holiday.
Someone depressed that they still have to go college despite the chaos.
Someone truly worried about their son far away.
Someone wanting to live a normal life.
Someone who's enjoying their lone time just by doing what they like.
Someone just staring at the window looking for purpose.
There are all kinds of chaos.
Chaos is a fruitful event of everyone's life
Either it makes people hungry for what they want or completely meaningless and empty from inside.
People make progress sometimes or maybe most of the times
But some people can't.
They give up.
Don't give up.
Chaos is good.
Chaos is bad
But chaos isn't the end.
I wish I had some filters
knew how to play the game
was good at superficial
adept at hiding shame
I wish I were unbothered
by things I hear and see
not quick to care for others
Focused much more on me
I wish I were more hidden
on who I like and why
then it would never matter
when they don't even try
I wish I were more stoic
impassive in the storm
I'm tired of being fragile
So unlike every norm
I wish that validation
were not what I so crave
I wish I could give in
not fake at being brave
I wish I could stop loving
Those not worth my while
Just cut them from my life
I wish that were my style
I wish my heart was stone like
so that I wouldn't feel
the pain of those oppressed
with no right of appeal
I wish, I wish, I wish, God
That I'd never been born
To see my loved ones die
just leaves me broken, torn
One day wishes will end, Lord
and I'll be laid to rest
For now, I struggle on
I try to do my best
But my heart's old and tired
My soul's an aching mess
If I love with all I've got
Why must I be loved less?
Eileen Manassian