Incomplete are the thoughts of my head like this
Can't say but can't express like this
Dots connect to make some pattern
Am I too naive to make it exist like this
Maybe they mean something to me
Or maybe I felt like this
How did people of my life
Became dots to connect like this
With the meaning of punctuation to show things end
When did these dots connect to make a string like this
I assume it all to be falsely mistaken
Never thought I would make a pattern asymmetrical like this
I sometimes try to bring the dots close to see constellations
They stand so far for the moon's light to shimmer like this
LOT UP TO DOUG FORD
SAYS A DEAL WE CAN AFFORD
OR CUT DOWN WITH SWORD
A TRADE DEAL MAYBE
US BOOZE BACK ON SHELVES I SEE
JUST LEAVE THAT STUFF BE
Maybe we have lost some ways, maybe we should have a government that prays, maybe we should put God back in our schools and teach God's laws each day.
Maybe we fell from the grace of God, we allowed abortion and other ways that kill and cause loss.
Pray that God forgives us, that we all find our way home to heaven, that the natural ways of God continue and are put first in all our intentions and ways.
Maybe we should fall to the ground and pray and ask God to remove all the negative and painful days.
Pray that God forgives us, that we all find our way home to heaven, that the natural ways of God continue and are put first in all our intentions and ways.
Maybe we should all remember God gave us all we need, food, love, the earth and each other.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
(murder mystery or not? In Senryus)
She wore red lipstick,
so their first kiss would be like
classic cinema.
She got it on his
clothes, in case he was, you know,
married or something
“If I were rich I’d
collect beautiful things like
you.” (he'd said.. awkward?)
Her silence was the
most articulate thing that
he’d misread, so far.
He said “you’re so real,”
she thought, “Ok, I’m seen, he gets
that I am alive.”
She’d archived his chats
like something that might be proof
of a crime someday
.
.
A song for this:
work by no na
I remember an oh, so tender, young man
Surrounded by people yet still so alone
If but one desire would come into view
It would be to find a true love of his own
If knowing oneself comes only in time
I guess then that can explain how he felt
And yet at his core he did struggle with love
In playing all of the cards he was dealt
For with every new person he met
In his mind was but one thing to fret
Maybe this one will like me
Maybe this one will like me
All he ever wanted was love
Every waking thought was to blame
For everything he saw everywhere
Seemed only, well to flicker the flame
I remember those feelings, I mean about him
That person that I have been talking about
The word insecure had not even yet flared
And yet I, no, he was so riddled with doubt
Yet I remember feeling
Maybe this one will like me
Maybe this one will like me
I'm not pretty enough to be praised,
But not ugly enough to be disgraced.
Not special enough to stand apart,
But not ordinary enough to lose my heart.
I see the likes stack on my screen,
And wonder what they really mean.
Do they see me, or just the light?
The angle, the pose, the filter right?
I look slim in every frame,
But what if that's not really my shape?
What if the breath I held so tight
Is the only reason I look alright?
What if the smile they all adore
Is hiding what I'm looking for?
What if the compliments I save
Were meant for a version that I gave?
Not fake enough to be a lie,
Not real enough to not ask why.
I stare at girls and think again,
Would I choose myself among them?
Not jealous enough to call it pain,
But not confident enough to stay the same.
Maybe I'm pretty, maybe I'm not,
Maybe beauty's a moving dot.
Maybe I'm loved, maybe I'm not,
Maybe I'm more than every thought.
But every mirror starts a trial,
And every picture lasts a while.
Maybe they're right,
Maybe they're not.
Maybe I'm everything
I say I'm not.
Maybe or maybe not,
Maybe that's the hardest part.
Not a Maybe
No one deserves to sit in the quiet
between almost and always.
To reread messages
searching for certainty
hidden between short replies.
Love shouldn’t feel like
waiting by a door
that never fully opens —
just enough light
to keep hope alive.
No one deserves to wonder
if they are temporary,
a placeholder heart
until something better walks in.
You are not a question mark.
Not a late-night option.
Not someone chosen
only when loneliness gets loud.
Love should say yes
without hesitation,
should reach for you
in daylight
and not just when the world feels empty.
Because the right love
doesn’t keep you guessing —
it stays,
it chooses,
it knows.
And anyone who makes you a maybe
was never ready
for someone worth a forever.
Hello!
Hi!
Is everything ok?
Hi?!
How are you doing?
What are you into?
As good as it is, I am not a cheese person.
Do you think all birds are descendants of dinosaurs?
Hello!
Good morning!
Did you rest well?
I'm going to be busy today so, I will give you a call around 6.
Hey hope you having a good day. I'm just enjoying my break.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I was just calling like I said I would.
Would you like to go bowling with me this weekend? My treat!
Hey its me!
What's up with you? Do you not like me anymore? Was it something I said?
I know work keeps you really busy and I'm not complaining. It just feels like I don't hear from you anymore
I would be nice if you let me know where I stand
Hello? Are you ok?
I'm getting worried
Hello?
Hello?!
Oh. Ok. I get it.
Maybe, not meant to be the Life Partner.
Though, that's all I ever dreamed to be.
Maybe, I'm meant to gravitate and hold hands for a small time,
Though lifetimes together I see.
Certainly, the moments are beautiful,
Lighting sparks in Godly men,
Who've forgotten themselves,
Built a hard shell,
And who can now only be a friend.
Maybe, it's okay for me to let go of this dream,
No longer tangible and I've been heard,
Though to fruition, it never came.
Endless letters to divinity, manifestation of who to hold,
Faces touching, energy radiating through our hands,
God sends me tests, disguised as friends.
Maybe, I'm not meant to be the wife,
Though it's all I ever dreamed.
I'll feel empowered in this one day, though my heart breaks at the seams.
Fleeting moments aren't my partnership,
Though for others they can fulfil.
I can love with immensity, for lifetimes,
And have before God chose this loneliness for me, still.
Was I born with an ego,
That helped me grow,
Or did I borrow another's ego,
Until Mine could grow.
What will happen when I go,
Will it continue to grow,,
If buried with me when I go,
Or should I ask at the library tomorrow,
If they will take my ego,
For others to borrow,
After I go,
So they too can grow.
Bed of pains
You can't run from it
No matter how fast you run
You'll always return to it
You're always afraid of this place
Because it makes you displaced
There's no story without pain
Maybe it's a fairytale.
Bed of pains
A place we always retain
There's no absolute happiness
When we live in bondages
To be free, is to be guilty of no sin
We all are in different prison
It's a psychological warfare
Depriving us all of our welfare.
Bed of pains
It all started from our roots
That's why we keep hurting
Because it's part of our life hood
You can't run away from it
It's rooted in our veins
Some pains wounds us
Then makes us vulnerable
And some awaken us
Making us durable.
Not a text book relic
Poetic look esoteric
Record book cleric
Off the hook balletic
Mesmeric cook aesthetic
Cranny & nook prophetic
Canny crook stratospheric
Which is why may be
Sitting top of the tree
The Saffa Gaffer
With a higher ABV
In formats all three
Above possibly Kohli
Greatest I did see
For me is probably A.B
not despicable
abominable snowman
helpful actually
A force that was centrifugally inclined
would, one day, fly off the handle,
and so, a man would lose his mind.
His name was, they say, Dave Crandall.
Maybe in another life I won’t be the big sister. Maybe I won’t be the person everyone leans on, maybe I won’t be tall. Maybe I will be the only child or the youngest or middle child. In another life maybe I could choose my life, but I would choose it to be exactly like this one, because it is my life and I choose how to live it everyday. So maybe in another life there are other opportunities or people but in this one I have all that I need, surrounding me.
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