Nobody stays till the last.
You will have only yourself.
So don't depend on others.
Be your own happiness.
Yellow saw me arrive here,
with trust and an open heart.
It never thought so many would walk away.
Yellow heard the whispers first,
before I even knew their names.
The stories kept changing on their own as they spread, and kept shifting.
Outside the doors, Yellow stood,
voices coming and going.
It waited there for someone
to just stop and look closer.
Yellow sat with me at night,
when sleep would not come near.
It knew some words leave wounds no one can see, but still feel.
Yellow still looks down the road
while people pass by without stopping.
It holds what I went through inside…
some days it gets too heavy to carry.
What do you when family is no longer by your side
After you have been waiting all these years for this ride?
When in the end it crashes inside
And you can’t go up, down, or around anymore
You retire this ride and find something new to be by your side.
You realize that they were never the ones you wanted to be beside
You realize this ride will stay broken so you just push it aside.
My love for you lives somewhere above me
a quiet star, burning wiser than my name.
It shines where my doubts used to gather,
it glows where my fears once claimed their throne.
My will was only to try,
yet love for you carried me further
past the edge of hesitation,
into the soft certainty of success.
My will was to leap,
but your love gave me wings
not just the courage to jump,
but the grace to rise, to fly, to stay aloft.
My will was to learn,
but loving you made me a lantern
glowing enough to guide not just myself,
but those who wandered near me in the dark.
My will was to heal,
but your love stitched me stronger
turning my fractures into gentleness,
turning my wounds into wisdom.
My will was to smile,
but your love made me laugh
not the small laughter of passing joy,
but the deep one that cleans the soul.
My will was to survive,
but you made me flourish
you taught me that life is more
than breath and heartbeat,
that living is an art of blooming.
My will was simply to live,
yet your love taught me
how to live happily
with a lightness in my bones,
a melody in my steps,
and a sky inside my chest
that keeps widening for you.
I never realized what jail meant when I was young
prison’s unhappy stay is much longer, my hands are wrung
I was tired of these walls before I was placed, it’s been years now
have lost track of friends and family, my day’s excitement? Chow
from this window I see very little, a tree I think is oak
I have shouted at occasional people, most have not spoke
there is a robin that hops around a bit, of course she is free
Much better life she has than little old sad me.
Yesterday I saw a woman in a business suit walk by.
She did not glance my way, or even try.
She looks like the woman I wish I had met before I did wrong.
I lie in this bunk, singing a poor me song.
My days are dreary, there is no fresh air to talk about.
They say they’ll let me have a break, but I am rarely out.
Prison is a horrible experience I wish on no one, not even an enemy.
The sadness and loneliness make me wish to be set free.
I’ve walked through fire I lit myself,
Tore down my worth, betrayed my health.
I’ve hurt, I’ve lied, I’ve run from light—
But still, God held me every night.
I gave my heart to broken hands,
Loved too loud in sinking sand.
They took, they left, without a trace—
Yet still, God covered me with grace.
My past is loud, my guilt runs deep,
With secrets I can hardly keep.
But even when I cursed His name,
He stayed—unchanged, with love the same.
Not once has He turned face or fled,
He healed the wounds I thought were dead.
When people left, when hope seemed gone,
His quiet mercy still held on.
I’ve given love that’s been ignored,
But God keeps giving even more.
No tally marks, no bitter tone—
Just grace that finds me all alone.
So if you ask me why I pray,
Why I still praise Him every day—
It’s not because I’ve done things right,
But ‘cause His love still holds me tight.
He sees the worst, yet calls me His,
Restores me every time I slip.
No matter how far I have strayed…
God’s grace has never walked away.
In a world of crowded hearts and empty eyes,
Where everyone is searching but few are truly wise,
Love is not a spark that simply falls from above—
It’s two trembling souls choosing to stay, and call it love.
We build our walls from yesterday’s pain,
Smiling in sunlight but drowning in rain.
We want the feeling, not the fight—
The promises of morning, not the tears of night.
We chase perfection in faces and names,
But forget that real love is tender, not a game.
It’s flawed, it’s patient, it breaks and it mends,
It’s not a fairytale—it’s choosing the same heart again.
Maybe that’s why true love feels rare,
Few are willing to stand naked and share
Their fears, their scars, their unspoken cries—
To let someone see the storm behind their eyes.
But somewhere out there, love still survives—
Not in perfect people, but in honest lives.
Two souls who stay, who heal and grow—
That’s the love most never find, yet secretly know.
GAMES
parents
played with us
memories were made
with games as Mom and Dad
wished us to share smarts and fun
"play stays family bonds for life"
There are those born women'
And those born man
A very few are both genders
Yet none were ever born
As trans.!
Her nickname perhaps should be ‘Whizzy’
She rushes round making me dizzy
Right now, she’s unwell
But asked me to tell
That grim reaper guy that she’s busy
Nothing stays the same
We all know how it goes
Appreciate what you have when you have it
Everything isn’t meant to be forever
Do things stay the same our entire life?
Hardly ever
Change makes me uncomfortable
Yet it’s still going to happen
Life is meant to be full of passion
Starting over sometimes is necessary
Facing hardships in the moment feels like you won’t be able to get through it
Push forward
Before you even realize it you will have gotten through it
Nothing stays the same in life
There’s some good that comes out of change
Appreciate the now and be ready for the future
Nothing stays the same
That includes you
You will grow and learn to be better too
I didn't expect to see God showing me,
To remind me of what I already knew indefinitely,
The emotions become overwhelming and try to stand in the way,
But then again I knew God intentionally built me this way,
For without that part of me how could I ever feel?
It's ingrained in my spirit, it's part of the heal,
It's like walking on a tightrope trying to keep your balance,
To over feel or under feel in a world so unbalanced,
While you're walking on the rope, you focus on the other side,
While also focusing taking each step carefully on a straight line,
You cannot focus on one more than the other,
Because it's a package deal it all comes together,
So as many times as you fall you get back up again,
With breaks in between while you study the path,
To the texture of the rope, and the type of shoes you must wear,
To the weight of the layers of clothing, to the height you're in the air,
You go back and get back up again, you remember the other side,
And know the love you're living for, the love that saves your life.
Her bathrobe hangs forgotten by the door.
Her clothes strewn all across the bedroom floor.
And I find that I don’t care anymore
For she’s still with me.
Her makeup takes up all the counter space.
My lonely toothbrush hasn’t got a place.
But now I see it all as such a grace
For she’s still with me.
All I’ve done to break her heart
Should have torn our love apart
Yet, through all those painful days
Still, she stays.
All those nights she sat alone
While I left for parts unknown
Makes me more and more amazed
Still, she stays.
I can’t afford the latest, greatest toys.
And I don’t go out drinking with the boys.
Those old desires fade to background noise
For she’s still with me.
And though my restless heart still longs to roam,
Most evenings you can find me still at home
For she keeps me from being all alone
And she’s still with me.
She could have left long ago.
Packed her bag and hit the road.
Left me wand’ring in a daze.
Still, she stays.
I will never understand
Why she will still take my hand.
Makes me more and more amazed
Still, she stays.
Today I’m thankful as we grow older
when our mind stays young and strong….
How, when our body tells us
we’re too old to do something,
our mind says
“DO IT…and prove your body wrong.”
Just before the couple’s wedding day
a young man told me about his plan
How he and his wife would be equal
no difference between the woman or the man
All the chores like cooking and the cleaning
would be shared equally by each one
That way neither would have the burden
and working side by side would be fun
But after that first meal together
she told him perhaps it would be best
If he left the cooking up to her
maybe he could help with all the rest
So then he tried to do the laundry
but somehow the whites all came out red
She said perhaps honey the next time
maybe you could wash dishes instead
So he loaded up the dishwasher
she stopped him before he could hit start
She had to rearrange the whole thing
Said, why don’t you make the bed sweet heart
But he left the bottom sheet wrinkled
the pillows unfluffed and strewn about
She said why don’t you wash the car dear
right after you take the garbage out
He contemplated the lesson learned
as he stood in the garage that day
In order for him to be her equal
he would have to stay out of her way
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