As this room, Earth life's, dims more
Leaves us, piling up
With too much things boxed, besides
This, junked, abides
In the mind's own storage place.
Old. Wilted, washed out.
Sentiment! Flowery phrased.
Dream world's. Since rased.
I'll wait it out. Paranoia go away.
Now where was I?
Ah here we go..
I could kiss the stars as each one gleams.
Catching my attention, whilst way up in the sky.
If I could just reach high enough, I'd wrap my arms around the moon.
I could never repay you for all you've done.
Thankful I can see you in the birds as they fly by.
Notice you in the butterflies, fluttering in circles.
The bees in the garden, while they wear sunflowers for a dress.
Dandelions are meant to be wished on.
As it scatters, seeds find a new place to rest.
The rain from the sky washes me clean, as my own tears become nysnc with the sounds of such water falling.
The wonders of everyday life. I come to realize as I write.
my chest has been exploding for years,
no rhythm, the offbeat
heart thrums—
the eyes harp ocean water charged
faux tears.
Who is this assailant wearing my
face?
she has no right to feel this way,
She is not
who
I
want
to
be.
sad little nothing, begging for love—
pleading for scraps
from siblings tongues
resign, release.
Please
Nothing is not what
I am meant to be.
In all of my time I can only wonder,
Is the kindness you show me from your heart?
Or is this some kind of spell you are under?
Do you feel the same thing I do?
A feeling of want so deep it tears me apart,
Wanting even just the presence of you.
Feeling your arms wrap around me,
I wonder if this is how friends behave,
But I will hold you close if it lets you sleep soundly.
Hours spent with you could never be a waste,
In that time all I feel is joy,
Even when it isn’t spent face to face.
Every night we lie awake in secrecy,
Making up any excuse to stay together,
Before wishing each other sweet dreams sleepily.
“I love you” leaves my mouth like a plea,
You answer without a second thought,
You make me feel like we are meant to be.
It began as nothing
just casual words
two strangers meeting
at the wrong time.
You were not my plan
nor I yours.
Love was never invited
yet it found a seat.
We resisted quietly
calling it friendship
denying the sparks
as anything but fire.
But hearts are stubborn
They bloom without permission
Ours became a story
never meant to happen.
If every river longs to find the sea,
what shore is waiting for a soul like mine?
Why was I taught to count the passing years,
yet never taught what they were passing toward?
If mountains rise by carrying the earth,
what unseen weight am I supposed to bear?
Why does my heart recognize homes
my feet have never found?
If every star is placed within the night,
who scattered us across the dark?
Was I made to bloom,
or merely to become the seed
of someone else's spring?
If time is only borrowed breath,
who is waiting for its return?
Why do we spend our lives becoming,
yet never arrive?
Is the horizon always distant
because meaning was never meant
to be reached—
only followed?
And when this small flame
returns its borrowed light to dawn,
will I finally know
what I was meant to become?
We loved enough to build a
beautiful home.
We loved enough to let each other go.
May we both find peace in
the quiet after.
Every eye sees things differently,
shattered glass or broken perfect.
With luxurious debasement,
a masterpiece is freed for him.
You possess high end quality,
worthy of passion and respect.
The chemistry changes the scent,
to some you’re worthy of a hymn.
Meant to celebrate not be spent,
timeless could never be a whim.
Buongiorno
Vorrei... - ICanto la canzone più bella mai scritta.
Di amore e felicità...
La dolcezza dei suoi baci.
Il suo sorriso bellissimo e rassicurante
Canto la canzone più bella mai scritta
Io canto di Te
Kisuwosuru kara, mewotojite.
Sozo-ryoku o zonbun ni habataka seyou
A, ano taiyo to, jonetsu-tekina soyokaze
Kokochiyoku odayakana hareta hi
Mewotojite. Mata kisue mo i?
Ima, wataachi no jonetsu wa wakai suru
Che bello!
Che bello
che bello
che bello
così felice di esserlo
che bello
che bello
così felice di stare con te
che bello
che bello
sei il mio tut
It hurts—
because you believed the lie.
It feels unreal—
because truth feels heavy.
In a world full of flaws...
why chase perfection?
You—
were never meant to be perfect,
only real.
And that alone—
makes you enough.
We hugged every night
We kissed till the dawn
We smiled till our faces ached
We held each other while our tears would combine and time slowed down
We became one with our secrets
We intertwined our fingers while saying goodnight
And I went to bed not knowing that
I was not the last thing to touch you,
It was the rope wrapping your throat.
Dedicated to Guy Loranger, wherever he may be
A love not meant to be is kept alive
by one who still recalls one magic night:
when, a budding rose, she began to thrive,
for a boy just nineteen had put his sight
on her, and Cinderella she became.
He ravished her with his enticing gaze.
Then long sweet kisses lit her soul aflame!
Theirs was a night she’d remember always,
but much too soon, her beautiful new prince
returned to French Quebec, and they lost touch
with one another; she’s not seen him since,
yet no one else had made her feel so much!
The phone calls stopped, and she went far away
to college and was wed. Four years had passed.
One day he called. Whatever could she say
when life for her had been transformed so fast?
He’d looked her up; but it was bittersweet
because she held her firstborn on her knee.
Romance she writes of now cannot compete
with how she felt back then. That girl was me.
Luscious fruit accompany the sunrise.
Mediterranean vacation’s a dream come true.
Sea beckons like a goddess.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
Equality was never ours to own,
It may have been free, but only for the privileged
Equality is just a word, without any meaning,
Just emptiness, for us, and a foreign dream
Equality for us was never meant to be seen
Used as bait for those, who are targets -
To this unfair scheme
freedom sold at a price -
A deal in exchange for our life,
A way to control and keep us quiet
They stole our rights, just like they stole our lands
Then used our pain to their advantage
Profiting off of the power they corrupted,
Whilst watching us for rights -
They allowed themselves to have for free,
Creating systems to uphold their policies
Equality is universal,
Yet, has been manipulated by the white man,
For capitalistic greed,
And ownership of power,
And now is a luxury, given only to a select few
The Florida schools I knew—
Were fashioned to undo—
A Child—of unassuming Mind—
They tested—what was True—
They pressed my Thinking—into shape—
Too narrow for my own—
And struck me—when my Answer leapt—
Untethered—yet full-grown—
They bade me show the Steps I took—
Though Insight has no trace—
It blossoms—like a Lightning-flash—
Too swift to Keep my Pace—
And Bullies—stationed at the Doors—
Were given quiet Leave—
While Teachers—kept their knitted Peace—
As if Pain—might relieve—
I wondered—had great Einstein bent—
Beneath such daily Blows—
If Relativity—could of Bloomed—
Where Hostile Classrooms grew—
For Elementary—Middle Years—
Were Corridors of Trial—
And every Day—another Proof
That Learning—ment Exile—
So—long before the Eighth was through—
I slipped beyond their Chart—
Preferring Freedom—Hard and Vast—
To lessons—taught by Hurt—
And though their Purpose—was to break—
Some piece of Me—remained—
A quiet Sum—no Blackboard holds—
By the Suffering—I sustained.
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