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**The Heart of a Tempest** A storm within, a raging, endless sea, Where waves of anger crash eternally. A heart of stone, a soul of iron cast, Forever bound to this tempest, forever fast. The pain, a viper, gnawing at his core, Leaving wounds that fester, evermore. Rage, a wildfire, burning fierce and bright, Consuming reason, plunging him in...

It’s hard to deliver kindness My scars didn’t come from love, You dealt out judgments decreed From the one you served above. Perhaps I was just too different Or maybe just the same, Your youthful sins reflected In the syllables of my name. Thus, the soundtrack of my being Was a mournful melody, And my quest for your approval Was not the...

The stage is set The mask is on Lose yourself Just a bit more Words spill out So rehearsed The way it is The status quo Broken down Words so worn No, buckle up Face the storm The end is near The lie is sown I want to scream Silence endures Sirens song calls on me Into the depths, never free For now, the curtains call The ritual...

White negligee floats on still water, skates drift idly on ice, gulls cry greeting the dawn, in the spring cherry blossoms will come.

Rooted in place, too many things pulling at it. Instead of being nourished, it gives and gives. It withers, draws itself inward, yet the roots are still searching, still trying to give of themselves. It tore itself up by the roots and flew off, not knowing where it was headed. It crashed straight into a wall and fell to the ground. It lay there...

Why do I stand here, screaming? Into this stormy weather. Do I want to be heard, or am I to afraid? To get noticed… Why does it have to be? All or Nothing! I have you, I am happy. No one gets me, the world falls apart. Trying, but not hard enough Doing it all at once, no focus Try to focus, nothing gets done Screaming! So loud, but nothing. Fall...

You made a comment today. And suddenly I was back— Not in a memory, But in a feeling I thought I’d outgrown. That room with too many voices, Too many eyes that never met mine, Only glanced, judged, And moved on. They never said I was too much. They didn’t have to. It was in the empty seat beside me, The way they shifted in shared silence, As if my...