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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
Please don't think this poet demented,
so that my reputation is cemented
as a lunatic or nut.
I hope you think of me with pleasure
and happiness, if only a measure -
just the oppo-zut.
We think we tread the solid earth. Yet, the earth itself was but a dream.
In the dream, we burned each other's desires and greed,
Filled with the ecstasy of each other's love, we finally became one—
Only to realize we were each other's roses.
We think we know one another, yet we know nothing.
Even this, in the end, was merely a dream of each other.
We thought we were walking upon a dream.
Only to awaken and find ourselves standing upon real ground,
Holding fast to each other's love and warmth.
I neither awaken nor do I dream.
At this very moment,
With a thundering, restless sound, I am born anew.
Someday, when someone reads these words of mine,
I shall be born within your heart and in your eyes—
Not as a dream, but as reality.
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No more writing!
Until my poem calls me, again!
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I think when i count the stars at night
I'm counting the numbers of luck
I want to hit my destiny
Although a pregnant cloud
Sits in the sky
And hope is held down by storm
The world is always busy at it disposal
Moving freely while cracking glasses
I think a starry night can reproduce my shine
Darkness is everywhere
Laughing at people's freedom
I see everything through the eyes of my window glass
My bard has an apple belly
And i need to bless it
Only if the stars are here to give my palms luck
I think when i count the stars at night
I'm gathering some numbers of fortune into my destiny
Everything is in the stars
And life knows how to breath there
Do you think things through?
There will come a time
when you just give up
and tell God “just take it over”
God will hear you
And will grant your wishes
I just blurted out one day
And told God to take it over
Take it over
because I am powerless and helpless
No
Take it over
because I am through
and done with
Take it over because I can’t do it anymore
Whatever it is
God will heed your wishes
Don’t think He doesn’t hear you
I wasn’t too sure if He will grant it to me
And I know everything is in His own time
when He wants to do it
So I go about my daily life
forgetting all about it
Until He granted it one day
Today
Today is the day
He is in control of my life
Today is the day that He takes over
And I ceded control
Did you know you are not in control anyway?
As He is in control
God is in control
And for a moment earlier
I thought I was in control
And you too
God will let you think you have control
Until you find out you have no control
And ask Him take over
Be my guest
Ask God tonight
And He will grant it to you
when you least expect it
That is my lesson for today
Live and learn
But learn it quickly okay?
Why me?
How and why so me?
Why is this my destiny,
What is this meant to mean to me?
So why me,
Why is this my set destiny?
Why do I get to think and dream for the future,
If time is stuck in a consistent nature?
Time and you cannot race,
Time is set at its own pace.
Past is set where it was meant to be,
So tell me why,
Why is it me?
Why is it me who thinks freely,
But there is no freedom in thinking freely.
No freedom in this world,
You promised me
That one day, somehow, I will be set free.
But set free where exactly?
Time does not handle freedom perfectly.
Stuck in a clock, round we go in its cycle,
A clock has a destiny,
The hour hand always comes and goes, 2 to 3.
So why exactly,
Why work hard if time's already set expectedly?
What does it mean to be able to change your future,
Are you changing the future, or was it always meant to be?
You said I would be set free,
But where is the freedom in being in a cycle?
(This poem is meant to investigates the struggles of people who have existential anxiety. If this is not accurate, please inform me.)
ideas thought of
become reality
flying cars?? really........
There is no justice
Of course there isn’t
Why would anyone think there is
No person is truly color-blind
How could anyone be
Even Stevie Wonder isn’t – and he’s blind
There is no such thing as the perfect spouse
The very notion is ludicrous
Only a fool would think there is (or pretend to be one)
Is there anyone alive who’s never gotten angry
Is there anyone who’s never made a mistake
Is there anyone who is totally selfless
If there is, then he’s a big pain-in-the-ache
White knuckle straining
Gripping the laces
At the edges of my thoughts
Praying the laces
Don’t come off
I am screaming
You cannot hear me
Because I am learning
I am learning what is healthy
And tearing down the dry wall
Until your nail beds are bleeding is
Not.
I do not hate you.
How do I say
I hate the way
I have to relearn how to think
How to speak
I have to weigh every opinion
Every porcelain inkling
So that I do not break
It
Break
Me
Break, you.
Break through!
I can do this sober.
Unless
I can’t.
String me up by my neck
There is only silence
Until the next
The thought
Rips its way in
Unfamiliar nasty little friend
I white knuckle strain
And grip the lace
Hoping for a soft landing
A greeting
A whisper instead of the screaming
I am gritting my teeth
Praying
And they call this
Healthy,
Self understanding.
But thinking for me
Feels more like disease
Punishment seeping internally
Pushing my face into gravel
Threatening to leak
Through my teeth
And onto my life where
I’ve rebuilt
Piece by piece.
Silence.
I breathe.
Release.
Repeat.
To think.
To see, to understand.
To speak, to say what you think!
Be careful.
Be mindful of the thoughts.
Be mindful of the words.
Be careful with the voice.
It’s real to think.
It’s real to understand.
It’s real to speak.
It’s real but…
The system will stay the system.
The rich will stay the rich.
The poor will stay the poor.
Expendable. Expected.
Excommunicated.
Extreme. Excoriate.
Exemplify. Expose.
Extinguish. Expel.
Exclude. Exterminate…
A language rich in words for silencing, yet poor in words for loving.
Garden -
My den
Pristine,
And clean.
Bees, wasps
Sun drops.
Birds dart,
My heart
Does sing,
Mood swing
Green grace,
My space !
Copyright © 2026 by Crystal David John
Mend the fences they will say,
give forgiveness as you pray.
Is there a smile in the suns bright ray?
Maybe I do not want a pretty flower bouquet.
I think you should be on your way,
fly out of my life like a blue jay.
I do not want to mend this fence today,
you bring me clouds of gray.
I want only a happy day,
make it fast with no delay
I still think I do.
I honestly think I really do.
I don't know why but maybe these ideas are alive.
I might have accidentally lingered in my head reminiscing with the thought of you and I
I kind of wondered maybe I'm overwhelmed by the signs.
Meeting and seeing you again rekindled something close to fire.
I'm begging that it's due over time.
Afraid that I must have been losing my mind.
Though I know you were beautiful, no lies.
We've grown throughout the years and maybe I'm just stating whys.
The we could haves and the we might haves.
I do think I still miss you. Can you come and find me some other time?
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