Rationalization, Responsibility, and Regret

Denial, admission, and acceptance - skewed?

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…it Destiny

Brings me to this day?

Shadows, ghosts and fog

Shades of black and grey

 

Chances once not taken

Wagers cast and lost

Promised gold and silver

Paid in worthless dross

 

Can I blame cruel Fate

For where I’m now found?

Had I no control

Over paths gone…


By Mike Turner

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The Prison Of Submission

…the fire was ignited, it could never be extinguished

Her hands are tied

Her power relinquished

Surrender or submission it no longer matters, from him, she can’t hide


A promise made, a promise kept

Even if the sentence is worse than death

After all the tears She's wept...

This addiction is worse than…

By Becca Hulen

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Hot Wifer

…had no problem giving it away

Struggle to give away what everyone else tosses out

A beast of bad habits

Free love is the lifestyle

You called me a young lady as if it was a bad thing

I’m not your fallback girl with waterfall hair

Should I refer to you as an old man?

What if I identified as non-binary?

Would you find that nonsensical?

Are you old fashioned?

Have you heard any top 40 songs?

Do you think about your occupation?

How do you waste your time?

Behind the wheel taking me…

By Samantha Merz

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My Teacher, My Inspiration

…lucky is a child, whose teacher is sparkling with brilliance,

Whose optimism brings forth hope, and imbue positive vibes;

But luckier is he, whose dream begins with a teacher who believes and inspires;

A teacher whose warmth mends troubles, whose simple pat brings a smile.

 

Truly lucky I am for having encountered teachers,

who helped me shape my innocent mind,

Teachers with whom I trusted and never failed to impart wisdom on the brightest side of life;

Teachers who were my inspiration to be better and to seek great…


By Jenrich / Ma'am J Lo

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Like Onion

…the strength of our unity

And resounding love in our vicinity

 

Mother's bowel kept me warm despite the cold

I'd always be grateful even though I grow old

How with groans she went through labor

Helpless she was even though I was her neighbor

 

She screamed father's name like it's his fault

But I'll come to know that to be a pregnant woman's default

She'd cry and beg for the Lord…


By Comano MacFriday

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