What is our claim to fame,
maybe money, things, toys or a great career?
Money can be good then fought over when we die.
Things come and go,
making us happy and sad.
Toys like a new car,
did we really need it?
A great career,
to tell the world what?
I am someone.
Am I working myself to death but why?
Our claim to fame has a price,
how much are we willing to pay?
It would be better if we could say,
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
I am a simple person wanting God's favor over me.
Just a kid
hardly knew him
Seemed friendly enough
nice smile, he wore
When I last saw him?
Oh, I dunno. Few days ago
He was walkin’ toward the river
come to think of it
Friends. Yeah, one girlfriend
though haven’t seen her lately…
Not much for sports, I don’t think
Kept pretty much to himself, you know
That’s about all I can think of
I’ll be gettin’ along now…
I have found that person, gentle and true,
A soul that feels like a dream come through.
In their silence, I hear a song,
In their presence, the world feels strong.
For the very first time, my prayers I hAve spoken,
To God for someone, with words unbroken.
Not for riches, not for fame,
But for this heart that calls their name.
Every glance feels warm, divine,
Like stars decided with me to shine.
Every touch is soft, a guiding flame,
Love that cherishes everything...
I have found that person, now I see,
The missing half that was meant for me.
Not by chance, not by design,
But by God’s blessing, forever mine
My Person
I can't wait for the day
When my Person
Get me
Like he asks
Hey, how was your day ?
Saying all kinds of things
I like him to say
Compliments I dig those
Be my man
Let it show
I want that real glow
The butterflies ??
By my boy
Ooooohh you give me joy
I love conversing
With my Person
He gets me
He knows
The love he has for me
It shows
When I get good news
You are the first one I call
You like my personal attorney
You know it all
I trust you , you trust me
That's how it's supposed to be
Late talks
Night walks
We fell for each other
Who was at fault
When feelings are caught
And they feel right
We feel all cheesy
When we in each other sight
I love conversing
With my Person
He gets me
He knows
The love he has for me
It shows
Hook
I cant hide it
And neither can you
My Person, make me feel brand new
(Repeat 1x)
I love conversing
With my Person
He gets me
He knows
The love he has for me
It shows
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
08/20/2025
Like the nectar of a ripe peach taste,
is the outcome of a word well placed.
For truth as it begins to unfold,
is understood only if correctly told.
They said,
"just live."
But they never spoke of the ache
that lingers in the marrow—
of the fog that swallows names,
moments,
whole years.
I keep hoping the blurs
will soften into memory,
and the sharp things
will forget how to cut.
Nothing is easy.
Nothing is hard.
It's all just
weight,
wind,
waiting.
And I—
I just want to be
something
whole.
We talk in circles,
mourning versions of ourselves
who never made it out,
pulling sorrow like saltwater
from old wounds.
It’s exhausting.
This becoming.
Some days
I feel like a fish
on the tile floor—
eyes wide,
mouth open,
begging the air
to become water again.
Flat lines whisper
through my pulse.
The sky bruises
into dusk.
Still, I wait
for night to come
so I can wear dreams
like borrowed skin.
In those dreams,
I remember
how it felt to breathe
without trembling.
To laugh
without lying.
To be
without breaking.
And in the dark,
I look for the shadow
of the one I used to be—
hoping she might
still answer
when I call her name.
in person she is an introvert
her writing exposes her hidden hurt
real people do not know or see her
but her writing is honest and pure
Heartfelt feelings on a page to see
more open than any thought she’d be
an introvert in walking talking life
but her writing holds truth like a knife
The person who calls, calls to the person who hears.
The person who asks, asks the person who listens.
The person who confides, confides in the person to trust.
But the person who boasts, boasts to anyone.
Today, tomorrow, and forever,
Whether we stay together or not,
You’ll always be the best part of my life I’ve got.
I don’t know how long we’ll walk side by side,
Or when time may take us on a different ride.
Because we never know what tomorrow may bring—
A journey together or separate wings.
But no matter where life takes me through,
You’ll always be my favorite person, that’s true.
Steel gates whisper his name in the wind,
Legends bow, their bravado dimmed.
A gaze like thunder, a voice like stone,
King of the shadows, he stands alone.
No chains could bind the fire inside,
No walls could tame his ruthless pride.
Even the hardest, the ones who don’t break,
Learned to watch their step, learned to hesitate.
He walks, and silence floods the halls,
No echoes follow, just loaded pause.
One misstep, one reckless glance,
Would seal a fate—not left to chance.
Respect carved deep like marks on stone,
A legacy sung in whispers alone.
Not through words, nor through might,
But through the weight of his burning sight.
Even guards keep their measured tread,
Prisons hold many, but not all are bred
From storms that rage, from roads untamed—
Only one name, forever ingrained.
He is the line, the line unbroken,
The name unchallenged, the word unspoken.
Even time, in quiet refrain,
Bows its head—won't call his name.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
tell me the truth, tell me all.
The passing of youth,
and of dreams young.
Reverence for the truth,
songs of the heart, freely sung.
I see the happy days of innocence,
the fond memories of childhood.
The unquestioned acceptance
of all things pure, all things good.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
show me the truth, show me all.
Remembrance of days bygone,
of the pristine, unscarred beauty.
Now a face haggard and drawn,
battling the weight of duty.
I see love greatly returned,
accumulated over the years.
The wisdom painfully earned,
the laughter through the tears.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Reveal the truth, reveal it all
The creases yet to form,
shadows that'll cloud my eye.
To age slowly as per the norm,
morphing, changing, till I die.
I see in all things yet to be done,
the promise of the days to come.
And, in the last setting of the sun,
I see the person I've become.
Being with the wrong person
Will only torment each other
But if it's the right person
No matter how long they been apart
They eventually meet again.
Being with the wrong person
Freedom is always a fight
But if it's the right person
The fight is a happy growth
And you will become stronger.
How could you do me this way?
I thought you said you liked me..
Ever since the first glance my heart felt relief
I guess I was fooled, what an imbecile
I felt it coming? Why so soon? I wasn’t enough?
WHY WONT YOU SPEAK? YOU KNOW WHO I AM..
Sigh, trapped in my mind. Everything replays.
I think about you and hope you come up to speak
My heart wants it but my mind knows
Why did you leave me.. you gave me up
Named Person you hurt my heart. You knew it was pure
You may read this very poem and know who you are
I tried my best to keep you in grasp. All in the end..
“I’m sorry” with verbal explanation would free me
As long as I see your face, everything turns to a blur
Named Person what didn’t I have that made you leave?
I tried being beautiful for you everyday. Even if I made
a mockery of myself. Ah, you don’t see that cause I’m supposed to be “happy”. fuxking foolery
My heart is scared.. you killed me boy
Even in the mist of all my feelings
I still love you , I’m sorry for myself and hate it
Named Person..
In a world where hate, evil, prejudice and the threat of war
each day seem to increase…
I’m grateful I have a favorite person to go to
when my minds searches for peace.
I look at the missing person poster
Another young girl with long hair, pretty face
One hundred and nineteen pounds
She looks like all of the other missing person posters
Why don’t we ever see grandmas on missing person posters?
Where are the posters with enormous men?
Why are no plain janes missing?
It is always the beauty queens
Petite and gorgeous
And small enough to be carried off
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