They say energy never dies
but never said it'd stay for the entire ride
hand in hand, losing their minds
Even in the darkness
there's nowhere to hide
thought that when their worlds decided to collide
the pain would finally subside
Did they ever really try?
or did they just shut down inside?
countless excruciating tears they've cried
yet still numb from losing so many loved ones
that died...
time after time after time
consuming lust filled emotions
had them drowning in eachother's souls
but fears fueled the endless lies
that their bruised egos told
slowly making their hearts turn cold
so unaware of the true dimension they belonged in
a place they created together as their souls continued intertwining & binding
defining forever manifested their own demons
tryna protect themselves
from expected cruel intentions
boy, they were relentless
made nothing but a huge mess of this
love & desire
mixed with fear & anger
created an unextinguishable fire
adding fuel to the flames
whenever he was inside her
one anotherss new drug
they couldn't get any higher
She was called Jules, nickname for Julie
She had flaming red hair and eyes
of emerald green
Every time she walked into a room,
just her presence caused quite
an electric scene,
She made her living writing songs
& acting on the silver screen
Meanwhile the guy she Loved was
a simple blue collar man,
Gave her everything he could
Just wanted her to have all the good,
Said, "I'll support you anyway I can"
The world would never know his name,
He never sought fortune or fame,
But at day's end, they were each other's
Biggest fans
By: J.N.R Dutton
100 Words About You
By Gregory L.
They gave me one hundred words to tell the world of you,
I knew before I started that a hundred wouldn’t do.
I wasted three on “I love you”—too common for something this rare,
Spent ten describing your beauty, then wished I had them to spare.
I burned through twenty on your smile, still never caught its light,
Spent fifteen on the peace you bring that lets my soul sleep at night.
Twelve tried explaining why your touch can feel just like home,
Yet without you, every word felt alone.
I spent ninety-nine describing everything that makes you shine,
Then saved the final word to thank God you are—
Mine.
Smiler they called her
A proper social engager
A befriender - listener
Then something changed
Her sparkle went
Slowly - over time
Like someone turned out the light
Fading - retreating back
Always apologetic
Even if not at fault
Excuses
No longer mixing
Then the frown
Or deep sadness
Written across her lips and eyes
Always too busy
With something else
Silent and timid
In the presence of certain people
Particilarly one
Finding conversation difficult
Trust shot
Personality fading away
Unrecognised
No longer knowing self
Uncertain how to just - be anymore
The depth of night set in
Darkness
Black well
Suffocating
Not recognising
Yet so in need of someone
An open door
A friendly ear
A hand reaching out
Discretion
Signposts
Building blocks to breaking out
Of the wilderness
Means of dealing
Chance of escapism
Rescuing the soul from control
And cohersion
Finding a way back
To daylight
Refinding the spirit
That once helped her smile
You played with feelings,
I played with hope.
You called it a game,
I called it love.
When you left the game,
I was left with scars.
A lie rarely dies with the one who told it.
It lingers,
finding a home in the next person
who dares to believe.
Promises made too easily
leave strangers paying debts
they never agreed to carry.
The next honest voice
must answer for someone else's silence.
I've seen trust change its face.
It doesn't disappear
it just learns to stand farther back,
arms folded,
waiting for proof instead of hope.
People who were once gentle
begin to speak like they're expecting the worst.
Not because bitterness is who they are,
but because disappointment kept introducing itself
under different names.
The wounds no one can see
are often the ones that speak the loudest.
You hear them instead
in the pause before they answer,
in the way every promise is questioned,
in how they leave before hope asks them to stay.
Eventually,
anger starts sounding like wisdom,
and silence feels safer
than believing one more beautiful lie.
Two hearts awaken to a single song,
A quiet promise they have known all along.
No borrowed dream, no passing fire—
Only the gentle rise of shared desire.
They move as rivers meeting at the sea,
Each finding more in what the other sees.
Not copies, but reflections softly cast,
Two souls embracing future, present, past.
Their love unfolds like blossoms after rain,
Growing stronger through both joy and pain.
Within its shade, no fear can take its place;
Only truth, and tenderness, and grace.
When silence falls, their eyes still speak,
A language only faithful hearts can keep.
Hand in hand, through every changing season,
They find in one another every reason.
So let the stars bear witness from above:
The strongest hearts are shaped by quiet love.
Two kindred spirits, timeless and free,
Writing forever what love was meant to be
Wolves are said to work in packs
For apex they are
They plan and hack
Giving a group's scar
There exists wolves
Who work alone
Are called lone
And always hone
In the snow they meet a raven
Not a wolf but a new family
The presence later feels like heaven
Quite different but have a simile
They eat together
Never think to harm
They live separately
But together believe in calm
They are inseparable
They trust each other
The bond is not blood
But they thrive forever
They bond and hunt
And do it together
The forest fears them
And it passes to generations, dear
You have to be hyper aware in waltz,
of the other person's feet.
To detect the slightest hint of movement.
To adjust your body,
before the wave shows teeth.
To dance around it,
lest it crash,
and you, underneath.
It crushes your chest,
and pulls you beneath.
It might put you to rest,
but leaves nothing to bequeath.
Senryu
Title.
Relationships
At the very core
Is yearning to be cherished
Our endless desire
575
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A poem exploring the fundamental human need for affection, validation, and emotional connection within relationships.
Universal Truth:
Line 1.
Vulnerability is the foundation of intimacy.
Human Condition:
Line 2.
The pursuit of love is an infinite, lifelong journey.
Emotional Core:
Line 3.
Strip away conflict, and only the need for belonging remains.
I would never be understood by any man
I can't put up a pretense of who I am
I'm very simple and want very little
But they can't seem to handle my mental
I'm not sure if the rejection would cause me to change
I'm not sure I'm appreciated or want to remain the same
I could try to be that average woman for that average man
Wrapping them around my finger and screaming demands
Just take everything for granted including their pride
Take every moment as a joke and just go along for the ride
Playing head games and toy with them while leading them with lies
Treating them like a puppet for what's between the thighs
No one seems to like or want the person I am within
Sincerity and Faithfulness just flows beneath my skin
Do I need to change the person I am just to be accepted
I'm tired of being misunderstood and getting my emotions affected
It's only so many females like me that are left in this world
Who request from you little or nothing just to be your girl
If I start to come off different, it's the men I'm going to blame
You're the reason I doubt myself and wonder if I need to change.
The We in THEY
the I in MI
The Uno Number One
it who talked about
it's all about them
It you It's me
it's us
THE WHOLE THING!
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Kiss me One hundred times
call me your man....Hold up!
We looking for Bookings and Dates!
What ya'll wanna hear?
What we gonna sing!
Inspiration and motivation
might money do it's thing!
Lemonade in the shade
That's right my Freind
we wanna get paid!
Music we got that!
Style that aint but ah thing!
We gonna write song beautiful Lyrics
get right when we sing!
ooh's in the right place
verse and chorus on track
Doo wee whoomp
whoompah ditty doo that!
Leader of the Band
Star of the show
Backgrounds forgrounds
Lady let me know!
Kiss me One Hundred times.
Hold me close
Say your mine.
We goona say this one more time
Money will get us there!
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Tis:Tis, that: that
I'm what you want
Me: that's where it's at!
Backbeat thats neat
Shuffle feel
see thats real
Justifacation of his ACTS
Gully washer
Buckeroo
Call me We got
all that!
I confess I painted you in pastels, ]
by Torilee86 on February 17, 2026. © Victoria Jones
I confess I painted you in pastels,
soft blues bleeding into morning sky,
pink whispers of what I thought was love
brushed across the canvas of my broken heart.
Each color carries the weight of words I swallowed,
each stroke once a dream now folded into silence.
I spent days mixing and blending colors
trying to make something beautiful out of my pain.
I confess I am still painting,
still adding layers to this scene,
hoping the pastel color and soft edges
will make sense of the sharp corners,
Jagged edges that tore me apart.
A sexual relationship
or an asexual one
depends if the spacing
~ comes undone
I left my heart in Melbourne
A rift in time and space
Before becoming airborne
To go back to my place
I left my heart in Melbourne
In blueness of her eyes
In every club and tavern
In which we spent our times,
In parks, in zoos, in forests
In places where we roamed,
But more important further
I left it in her home:
I left my heart in Melbourne
Inside her warm embrace
As though inside a cabin
Containing all of space
Where sweetness flowed like river
And gentleness like snow
Fell on us, and we shivered,
As her gifts Life bestowed:
I left my heart in Melbourne
And I returned, half-me
And half-impassioned maven
Of the Eternity:
Which we had found together
And by it were transformed -
Two spirits, of one feather,
In sunshine and in storm
Desiring to make heaven
And in its light to burn:
I left my heart in Melbourne;
To Melbourne I'll return.
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