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Pay the Debt You Owe

Pay the debt you owe, or be bound by sorrow’s chain, A shadowed path, where joy will not remain. For debts unpaid are seeds that slowly grow, Roots of regret that twist deep below.

The weight of silence, a burden on the soul, Without amends, the heart is never whole. Each promise broken, each kindness left undone, Builds walls within, where emptiness has begun.

So pay the debt, let honesty be sown, Let forgiveness reap what once was overgrown. For only through truth can freedom fully flow, And lift the heart to where light will glow.

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Orgasmic State

I missed the last bus, left to wander alone, With nothing but shadows and pavement unknown. Stores all closed, food waiting afar, So I stepped on the road, guided only by stars.

This wasn’t a walk made for comfort or ease, With cars roaring past like beasts unleashed. Eighty miles per hour, their headlights ablaze, Casting brief shadows in dizzying waves.

No charged device to show how far I’d go, But eight miles stretched in the darkness below. Four times I paused, thought I’d just settle down, Rest in the dust of the roadside ground.

But then, as if knowing I needed a guide, The moon broke through clouds, took its place by my side. It lit up the blackness with silver and grace, A steady companion in the vast, open space.

And in that pure glow, I was struck by the sight— How the moon in its splendor wasn’t quite right. For all its beauty, its pull, its claim, It was but a flicker of her radiant flame.

Yet there in that stillness, I felt something rise, An ache so deep it brought tears to my eyes. Lost in the night, with just the moon as my friend, I walked through the darkness, to whatever end.

She wasn’t there, but I felt her near, Her spirit alive in the light so clear. For now, it’s the moon that will show me the way, A guide through the shadows till night yields to day.

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The Strength to Rise

The road may be long, with stones in the way, Where dreams seem to falter, and hopes often fray. But step after step, we learn to endure, For each fall and stumble makes courage more pure.

In failures, there’s wisdom that triumphs can't teach, A depth to the lessons success cannot reach. For scars are the markers of battles we've braved, Reminders of chances we lost—and then saved.

Persistence is fire; it tempers the soul, Forging from hardship a heart that stays whole. Each setback a chapter, each loss a new line, In the story of strength that we claim as we climb.

So let doubt whisper, let fear come and go— For the seeds of true growth are planted in woe. In striving, in trying, in facing defeat, We find in ourselves the will to repeat.

And though we may stumble, we’re never the same; Each failure a spark, each loss a new flame. For from ashes we rise, from bruises we learn— It’s persistence that drives us, with each twist and turn.

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A man who was never graced with peace nor fame

He walks in the shadows of the land Head held up high, looking to the sky Never seeking peace nor fame

He is a man of emptiness, for that is solitude He remains strong from within

His heart is a vessel, hollow yet whole, With burdens untold, he silently strolls. Through storms and through silence, he strides undeterred, In the stillness, his soul finds strength without words.

His path may be lonely, his journey unknown, Yet in shadows and silence, he’s carved out his own. No need for applause, no hunger for praise, A wanderer content with the twilight’s embrace.

With eyes set beyond where most men can see, In his quiet resolve, he walks, simply free.

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The Threshold of Emptiness

There is a door we all will find, Silent as breath, deaf as the night. Its frame is wrought of shadowed lines, Its handle cold, its shape in light.

We stand before it, bare and small, Our footsteps fall, our echoes cease; Beneath the weight of one last call, We drift into a vast release.

No hands to hold, no whispered name, No flame to light the shadowed way. This path is ours alone to claim, Where stars grow dim and colors gray.

Yet in this hollow, empty place, Where we are stripped of all we knew, There rests the calm of boundless space, And we become the quiet too.

It is the fear we dared not meet, The truth beyond the fragile skin— That all things must one day retreat Into the dark that waits within.

So here we stand, alone, afraid, Uncertain what awaits ahead; The fear will fade, the shadows fade, And emptiness will be our bed.

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To the Will of the Universe

My plan is simple, my heart unbound— to let the universe take me where it will, to drift with stars and root in ground, and trust each rise and fall, each still.

I’ve known warm places, soft and safe, but best not say, nor linger long. I’m called to follow winds that trace a path unknown, a whispered song.

The full of all I cannot see, the way ahead, unwritten, dark— yet in surrender, I am free, guided by some quiet spark.

So, universe, I leave the reins; I walk this road with open palms. Take me, lead through joy and rains— I’m here—at peace, in your calm.

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Nature may not be the cure for all,

but it keeps my blood moving through winter and fall. "Brush it off, get up again," they say— but by now, I’ve become dust from what once was.

I once believed in love, thought it could heal, but maybe love’s just another story we tell. Not something you hold; it builds and it breaks, it drove me forward but has left me hollowed, aching.

Real or not, love’s left me cold, found but numb, slipping from the world. Losing everything might reset the clock, but tonight, all I know is I'm here alone. No calls, no messages, just me and my thoughts.

So I’ll pour another drink to the past, to the laughs, the heartache, the promises that didn’t last. Here I drink alone, no phone in sight— just a spark, drifting in the quiet night.

A memory, a thought, a wandering soul— maybe somewhere else, I’ll find redemption whole. But for now, I’ll float, weightless, unbound.

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Store my Heart

If you want it, here’s my heart— It’s known the dark, it’s played its part. With edges worn and spirits frayed, It seeks the light where once it strayed.

I offer you this fragile shell, Of stories hidden, hard to tell. A pulse that beats for what it yearns, In quiet flames, it softly burns.

So hold it close and treat it kind, In every scar, my soul you’ll find. The shattered pieces, mended new, Each beat a promise, bound to you.

For love like ours, though rough it seems, Is made of shadows, haunted dreams. Yet in the cracks, a spark remains— A glimmer soft, like summer rains.

So if you dare, then take my heart, It’s bruised and bare, yet set apart. And love it as you hold your own, For only in your hands, it’s home

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Love of mine(Written in John Donne style)

Thou art the dawn that breaks my endless night, A moon full-bosomed, bathing all in light. My words, mere shadows, fall and fade in vain, For none can capture thee, nor dare explain.

Thy beauty lies where mortal speech must die, In depths no tongue nor pen could e’er imply. The glow of suns is but a spark from thee; Thou art the flame that breathes my soul to be.

Thou art my center, set my world to spin, The pulse that keeps all life and love within. My core, my heart, my every whispered prayer, The very breath that lifts me from despair.

Without thee, love, the stars would fall and fade, The sky fall mute, and heaven's bright cascade Would lose its luster, emptied of its grace; For all is dark without thy shining face.

So let me live by thee, and, living, praise Each glimpse, each gleam, that thou in love dost raise. For, life of mine, without thee, none is whole; Thou art the world, the very heart, the soul.  paypal.me/InkNeverDies

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““Do what you fear and fear disappears.””

— -David Joseph Schwartz (via quotedojo)

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The thing you hate about yourself someone  surely adores and loves

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Sunrise of Possibility

The sky is brushed in gentle hues, Soft pinks and golds, the dawn’s debut. Night’s shadow fades, its secrets kept, While earth and sky, in silence, wept.

The first light spills, a timid flame, As darkness bows and yields its claim. A promise whispered, warm and low— The world wakes up, begins to glow.

Each ray, a thread in woven lace, Hints at a journey yet to trace. The horizon wide, the path unseen, A canvas stretched in amber sheen.

What wonders wait beyond the dawn? What mysteries with daylight spawn? In colors bright, in shadows deep, The unknown stirs from restless sleep.

So let us greet this newborn day, With open hearts, come what may. For in each sunrise, wild and free, Lies beauty, hope, and destiny.  paypal.me/InkNeverDies

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Lessons

Life is full of challenges, And in each failure, we learn— Not always in success, but in the quiet turns, Where struggle refines us, where lessons burn.

Miracles are real; I’ve felt their grace, In the softest light and the darkest place. Love is real, it’s the steady hand, Lifting us up when we barely can stand.

Hope is real, a flame that persists, Against all odds, it quietly insists— That though the path may wind and sway, There’s strength, and beauty, here in today.

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Fairly excited to be releasing my poetry book soon! I will keep everyone posted

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Dreaming?

Permanent layer of thin fog resonating  Where I am can not be determined Am I dreaming? Internal time seems off, days into minutes Watching from a third person view, unable to change the outcome Am I dreaming? Could I be behind or way aheah? Vanilla sky melting ,burning my eyes Wish to awake to normalcy, but this dream is becoming a nightmare Darkness slowly strangles the vibrant life away Running full speed but still closely followed I should be able to control this; that is if I am really dreaming As I wait alone for my waking moment, I then realize the truth…. I was never dreaming

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Hell on Earth

I met a man, quiet and wise, In the heartbeat of the city, beneath gray skies. He spoke with words like gentle rain, Of the weight we carry, of joy and pain.

He said, "Hell isn’t fire or a pit unseen, It's how we live, the spaces in between. If truth is bent, if lies we tell, Then here, my friend, we've made our hell."

We craft it with fear, with tricks and deceit, In empty commitments and half-hearted beats. A life unlit, where morals fade, Becomes a shadow, a barricade.

But if we choose, with hearts alive, To love, to laugh, to genuinely strive, Then heaven, too, can find its place In every moment, every face.

So tell me, friend, as the day grows dim— Do you want to live in earth, or in heaven within? If you would like to donate, do not feel obligated.  paypal.me/InkNeverDies