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)
S-ky's
H-igh
I-mage
R-eally
L-ets
E-yes
Y-earn
M-ore,
A-s
R-ain
C-hanges
I-nto
A-utumn
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Shirley Marcia)
M-inutes,
H-ours,
A-nd
Y-early
D-ays
E-agerly
V-ie
I-n
L-ife's
L-iving
A-natomy
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mhay R. De Villa)
Cosmos echoes,
Stitching its secrets into the hem of abyss,
With the echoes' cry and
our pride touching the firmaments
Lancing the veil,
We heard the secrets,
The echo's confession
What dare it sung?
A declaration?
Stars blasting the triumph of pride
We now have
The conqueror of skies
The one who is our greatest pride,
He, who shall sail the cosmos
On the quest of axiom
Taming the tempest on dragon's back
To rule the dark and step into the untold
To unveil the veil
And build an era to behold
He came for humanity's sake,
Preaching love, not disunity's ache.
A pillar strong, a tower high,
He healed the oppressed, the devil's sigh.
Declared his fate, arrest, and death,
Yet on the third day, he'd find new breath.
Conquering death, the world's despair,
He arose, putting shame to crafty snare.
No need for evidence to quell my doubt,
My conviction stands, unwavering without.
Fully persuaded, I declare his might,
Resurrection's victory, hope's radiant light.
Storm's fury subdued,
A mountain peak, sunlit, claimed,
Heart's hushed victory.
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Sitting in the waiting room in pre-op,
weight and height taken,
filling out a two-page form,
your hand trembling with age.
A history of a long life,
the body betraying the best years—
the Golden Years, where time moves slower.
The neck that needs physio,
the knee throbbing after hours on your feet,
the heart beating in time
with the new pacemaker,
its battery promising at least ten more years.
Thankful for technology,
we get to hold hands another day.
The myriad aches and pains,
a fleeting smile—
the young man with a full head of hair
and a light step,
looking back at me.
Forty years of a good life,
not wanting to see it end.
Together, hand in hand,
we will triumph.
Because each second, each minute, each hour,
each day we have together
is a reminder—
of the life we’ve built,
of the love mirrored in our eyes.
What a wonderful reminder
of the simple things in life,
as we sit together,
with hope.
Love is a soft and sweet triumph.
And triumph fills our every breath.
When we drink at the shore of Leth
Love's memory will not depart
Its passion fills the depth and breadth;
Sweet triumph of love's passion.
The mountain called my name,
its peaks shrouded in doubt.
I climbed with trembling hands,
fear shadowing every route.
But the summit, oh the summit,
was a hymn sung to my soul.
It whispered, “You are enough,”
and finally, I was whole.
keen weapon of zeus
born from neck of medusa
pegasus triumph
Guys, why only a few persons out of thousands triumph?,
Answer for this simple question is positive attitude only, How to think positive always in your life crisis?, Please have faith in yourself and your abilities fully, A peaceful mind generates power obviously, Stop fuming and fretting in your life certainly, Guys, hope for the best thing hopefully, New thoughts can remake you probably, Positive thoughts help you recover from diseases, Focus and cultivate your strength please, Kill your negative thoughts and disagrees, Never aid in worrying conversation activities, Promote friendship with fellow people constantly, Convince yourself and rule the whole world truly.
In victory's light, your shield flies high
With steadfast resolve, you reached for the sky
Through battles and trials, your spirit stood tall
Congrats for combating America's call
© daniel miltz
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