From childhood
To adulthood
Many things we faced
Before we overcome
Emerging who we are today
Some mistakes
We don't want to repeat
Because it keeps us in the pit.
Mistake repeated
Are lessons forfeited
Mercy after forgiveness
Is not useless
All we practiced
Because we ain't perfect
Rapid growth our goals
Always finding a way to be on top
We don't want to be
A result of our society
Because it comes with insults
Standing out wasn't easy
But we always hold
Tight to our dreams
Steadily believing even when
The odds are against us
That one day we'll triumph.
It Tickles Me
By, Fawn P.
September 6th, 2026
Stars dance,
They touch and hold,
They feel, and grab,
They watch the koi fish swim,
The moon is my anchor,
As i swim in the deep,
It’s lights my only guide,
warm yet empty,
It’s grip strong yet, gentle,
Guiding my tail it propels me,
I turn to the wind,
I lean to the smell,
Dust and wax,
Tickle my nose and tongue,
When the songs are soft,
and the world is dimmed,
I lean to the world,
To guide my movements,
("On the Edge of Time", 2026, original encaustic)
It’s easy to think all things
Will eventually wind down
Because that is the path
We see all things are on,
Especially us as we grow old
And all the parts begin to fail
And take forever to heal
As we hunker down
In slow decline.
Without risk, there is no change
And without change, there is no growth.
Eventually entropy will win
And the universe will go cold,
Or so we tell ourselves
As if it’s some consolation
In a world without us.
But looking into the void like this
Forgets where we came from.
We did arise after all,
And that simple, inexplicable miracle
Trumps entropy every time.
Entropy is the known,
The obvious, the given.
Life on the other hand
Is the mystery.
Will entropy ultimately triumph?
Not on your Life!
(6/5/26)
We live in a world of so much doubt
lacking confidence is a constant seed
so many things contribute to this dilemma
'what can I do?' so many plead
Through the years, confidence has been short
having a stammer has contributed all the more
since infancy, this plight has been my lot
always looking for the key to that door
All the doors have always been locked
no matter how hard I tried, the key didn't turn
but in recent years, I've learned acceptance
the key was to accept me and not to run
At the end of the day, what does it matter?
believe in yourself, no matter what
how you speak, stammer, or fluent
your message gets there, however brought
All of this is really a triumph
one to look upon with pride
just believing you are able
knowing God is on your side
There once was a fairy of light,
Who stitched broken stars through the night.
She danced where hearts grieved,
And taught souls deceived
That love still returns after flight.
Beneath silver wings dipped in blue,
She gathered lost dreams that once flew.
From tears left unsaid,
She bloomed roses instead—
And whispered, “The dawn waits for you.”
Though forests grow silent with pain,
And memories fall down like rain,
Her luminous art
Mends each shattered heart—
And makes hope feel alive once again.
Here I am,
still battling on,
despite all I've had to face.
Slowly rebuilding,
my confidence and pride,
as things finally start falling into place.
Here I am,
reclaiming my power,
taking the reins of control.
Finding the courage,
to create a life,
Where peace and happiness line my soul.
Here I am,
sharing my poetry,
writing from the emotions I can't contain.
Unaware just how much,
healing it would bring,
By creating purpose from all my pain.
rejection
ignored, spurned
hurting, declining, dismissing
invitation, application, offer, popularity
accepting, loving, approving
welcomed, trusted
validation
Sunlight struggles through dew and hazy mist
Dreams merge soft with the horizon’s sweep
Birds glide swiftly beneath the sky
Hope rises with golden rays
Shadows vanish with smiles
Filled with radiance
Inviting joy
Endless blue
Welcome
Peace
Light
Serene
Lovingly
Infinite blue
Vastness and endless
Promising freedom reins
Tempting us to soar higher
Above our world’s aggravations
Boundless hope in every sullen cloud
A canvas for wishes, for thoughts, for dreams.
Love your neighbours truly with thy pure heart;
Peace will be sure of unrest tomorrow.
Today will never tear your souls apart,
Nor darken hope with cool, raging sorrow.
Peace will be sure of unrest tomorrow
If alongside kindness guides on the way;
Nor darken hope with cool, raging sorrow,
Though trials never rest, testing the day.
If alongside kindness guides on the way,
Let gentle words be regularly shown;
Though trials never rest, testing the day,
Peace shall conquer through seeds of mercy sown.
Let gentle words be regularly shown
In deeds, not just words, both firm and tender;
Peace shall conquer through seeds of mercy sown;
Then faithful hearts will gladly surrender.
In deeds, not just words, both firm and tender,
Love your neighbours truly with thy pure heart;
Then faithful hearts will gladly surrender,
And never conspire to drift peace apart.
Is this it?
Is this the peak?
Is this the true reward for sacrifice?
Mediocrity?
Where are the endless laughs,?
And the youthful girls that steal old men's hearts?
Are men to be content with this?
Is this eternal bliss?
Who can give me the answers that I seek?
Love, was it ever real?
Can you, my heart? Can you satisfy my thirst for love?
Is this the triumph that I deserve?,
Mediocrity!
Wine and rye,
A temporary bliss that I no longer desire
Leave me, my lover! For you hold no place in my heart
Your face has aged and I have become sick at its sight
Shall I live without life?
Or shall I die without living?
A complex dilemma indeed but it's time for a decision
Help me, Oh Holy Father, am I to be content with this?
I ask again, is this eternal bliss?
Who can give me the answers that I seek?
Dear Mediocrity, I have made my decision,
I shall part with you at the end of next season .
At the dusk of life,
All promises of dawn fade.
The hopes of noon arrive dead—
Petals wilt, beauty flees, and regret dances.
Time feigns vivacity within the day,
Yet grows listless before twilight unveils.
Its carcass leaves behind bitter regrets—
Like emptiness gripped in bare hands.
If you still feel time’s galloping pulse,
Run with blistering speed, lest it leave you behind;
For time deceives, wears down all strength,
And barters vigour for disillusionment.
Build your fort—adorn it with success;
For mockers wait to scorn your fall.
Only steadfast endurance sustains your stride,
And smooths life’s rough gallops on your way.
Sometimes it strikes me. How unaware you are.
The words you speak. The harm they inflict.
Or worse, the denial, as if truth could simply vanish.
But love…it is absent.
You call only to boast of your effort,
The concern that could keep us close is missing.
Absent from a heart whose depths you can’t reach.
And still…it hurts.
If even a sliver of hope remained to reach you.
If even a small chance existed,
I would tell you what I long for you to hear.
But hope…it is gone.
I am not doomed to bear the blame,
so your hands can be clean.
Yet, one day. Maybe. I’ll thank you.
Though…not today.
In time, I’ll be grateful you broke my spirit.
For it is through that, I found her.
Oh how I wish you could meet her.
She is…love.
And I love her. I do. Deeply.
The woman I have become.
The light inside her, how it shines.
She has…peace.
Seeing now what could have been yours.
I ache for your loss.
How can I hold my hurt when in the end,
It is you…who lost.
I taste the wind deep in my chest
each breath sharp with sky and grit.
Dawn pushes heavy against my shoulders
every step thunders beneath me.
Hills rise, silent and stubborn...
creeping memories I cannot shake.
My hands throb, my legs burn.
A silent spark beats beneath my ribs.
Every footfall sends a spark.
Each pulse beats with stubborn will.
They rush past - brushing my arm
their courage carried by the wind.
The last stretch hums beneath my bones, a rhythm only the determined feel.
I’m tired, but I keep going.
The ache is there but I carry on.
The finish isn’t the line I cross,
it’s the strength I hold beyond it.
it’s the strength I carry past it.
Every step brings a small victory.
Every breath keeps its own strength.
A life built one stride at a time...
foot by foot, wind at my back.
In broken silence,
a single breath rises--
flickers of hope through the cracks,
light spills where shadows clench
vigor birthed from the stillness,
victory whispered softly.
M-omentum
I-s
A-lways
G-ained,
A-s
L-ife's
V-ictory
E-mbraces
Z-enith
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mia Galvez)
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