did work
in carnivals
a short time
good public
relations be
a right critical
deal with those
just walking by
pocketing money
you can hear jingle
and jangle over the
sounds of the rides
stan sand
Never go there.
Where dark has captured daylight.
Never go there.
Where there is no singing of birds.
Never go there.
Where there is no pulse of the heart.
Never go there.
Where there are not any interactions of love.
Go there, where there is much daylight.
Where it is filled with songs of birds.
Any kind of songs of the world.
A melodious song can bring happiness in love.
And can relieve the boringness of life.
Go there, where it is filled with intimacy.
He grew up in a town named Haskell,
but his brother was the family rascal.
He took no guff,
Nor did he bluff,
and no one messed with a McCaskill.
DIVE
jack knife
somersaults
teenage aquatics
daredevil manoeuvres
outrageous tricks just for kicks
"having a laugh making a splash"
8 / 20 / 2025.
Biting the inside of my cheek til it bleeds
This is what my anxiety does to me
Waiting to eat, pushing back my sleep
Eating problems come back natrually
Row by row, shelf by shelf
Ocd impacts my mental health
Shakeing here, moving there
Adhd has me everywhere
Wanting to be normal just one change
But all these problems flood my brain
Wanting to be like them
Calm, nice, collectd and make amends
But all these problems come back again
It was the year of coming into my own.
It was the summer I turned fourteen and
I was discovering the meaning of freedom.
I owned a ghettoblaster and together
would take my blanket up the hill
to stretch out in an empty field.
My horizons had expanded and
life seemed full of possibilities.
The future was a vast expanse.
Not knowing made the mystery
most intriguing and exciting, but
growing up seemed to take forever.
And so it was that 1972 was forever
etched in my mind as the magical year
that opened the door for me to freedom
AP: 3rd place 2025
They say home is where the heart is
But you have flown across an ocean
You're something I'm blessed to miss
We will make it through all of the commotion
But when I come home, I'm never letting you go
When you're back in my arms, I'll be home again I know
A year from home is a lot, my dear
I'm homesick and all I can do is text you, I fear
There's a hole in my chest
My heart's flown away
My eyes tire from crying and crave rest
The hole burns all day
My world's gone sideways, now at a slant
I am missing my heart
But it stays with you while I can't
The pain leaves a flavor sour and tart
The feeling of a missing piece of me
Burns less than that of having lost you
I broke at picture of us in my gallery
I'll see you again but it feels far from view
I gave you my heart from the beginning
Despite the pain, I do not regret it a bit
Because while I can't hold you, losing and winning
My heart is with you through all of it
My skin misses the feeling of your touch
Your fingers trailing lines of love
But we aren't as far as we seem
I look up and it's the same sun you see above
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Wandering in the corridors of my heart
Somewhere in a mystical part
I came across a curious door
But It felt like the life's core
It was decorated with joyful lights
Which had brighten my dark sight
On opening the door, the new world emerge
I entered it as my heart urge
After entering I felt untroubled
Suddenly my happiness is doubled
It has a world where everyone cheers
As if in the world there is no fear
Everyone lives the life without thinking
The time passed as fast as I was blinking
The world was full of curiosity
No one has any animosity
Here comes the beautiful and crucial memory
Which is actually a priceless treasury
Moments shared with our childhood friends
Even in a complicated trouble , the fun never ends
They were partners in our crimes
Those friends are like our hearts's rhymes
They were our life's shadows
Whose effect follows us to every meadows
Those days are unforgettable
And the memories are truly incridible
The door was of our recollection
The childhood memories are really a priceless affection !!!
Every morning I paint a pair of eyes
to see the world for me—
Mines scream at
the sky fracturing into neon glass.
The dazzling eyes I painted—
I use them to fit in
the crowd dancing in chemical haze
—reasons left out at the gate.
I use them to study
the rites of smoke
—to ghost myself in every exhale.
I use them to ignore
the judgmental stare
—that inner child I silenced, it's always her
No good can come from spoiling the fun—
Darling, just blind yourself.
I look at my life like it doesn’t belong,
Like I’m just a thief in a story gone wrong.
These hands hold too much, these gifts feel unearned,
Like fate made a glitch, or grace was mislearned.
I see others struggle, I see others strive,
While I float through moments just barely alive.
And the voice in my head says, “You’re taking up space—
Give it to someone with more of a place.”
What if I left, so someone could rise?
What if my absence would open the skies?
Would the world breathe easier, lighter, more fair,
If I stepped aside, vanished into air?
But here’s the truth I try to ignore:
Pain doesn’t balance by offering more.
You don’t fix the world by falling apart,
You don’t lift the load by breaking your heart.
What you have isn’t theft—it’s a thread in the weave,
And the world would not heal if you chose to leave.
You are not wrong for being alive.
You don’t have to suffer so others survive.
So stay—for a breath, for a moment, for now.
You don’t have to know why, or even know how.
But stay, even hurting. Stay, even small.
You matter. You’re human. That’s more than it all.
Sometimes I feel like a shadow at noon,
Too loud in the silence, too sharp in the room.
Like if I just vanished, a ghost on the breeze,
The world might move on with a sigh and some ease.
I picture the smiles that might stretch a bit longer,
If I weren’t around—would their laughter grow stronger?
Would the sky be more blue, the nights less cold?
Would life feel lighter if my story was untold?
I carry this thought like a stone in my chest,
Wondering if absence could offer them rest.
But pain can be tricky, it whispers untrue,
It tells you you’re poison when you’re just feeling blue.
I don’t want a sermon, just space to exhale,
To say what I feel without judgment or scale.
Not to be fixed, not to be blamed,
Just for the hurt to have a name.
And if I say this, maybe—just maybe—
Someone will answer, soft and steady:
You matter. You do. More than you know.
And this world would dim if you let go.
their teenage teacher—they twisted to torture them ten terrible times
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