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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

Even with a blank head,
I picked up the pen
let it do what it does.

The first line meant nothing.
The second just followed.
Same words, no purpose.

But by the third,
it was about the penโ€™s pride.
It paused,
gave me a stare,
as if to ask
Is this all on me now?

Whereโ€™s your soul?
Whereโ€™s the emotion?
Whereโ€™s the reason?

I smiled a little awkward,
and whispered;
Even this is a reason.

The emptiness,
the silence,
the ache of not knowing what to say
let it be the start.

You have the ink.
If my soul canโ€™t bleed tonight,
just feel the page for me.

And the penโ€ฆ
it began to move.
Before I even knew it
this is what I wrote down.

It may not be special.
But it's from my pen,
when my head and heart
had little to offer.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

Thereโ€™s a mirror
trapped between four walls
where I act like Iโ€™m enough.

And the reflection
it plays along.
It lies for me,
softly, sweetly,
like it wants me to survive.

It tells me Iโ€™m fine.
That I matter.
That Iโ€™m not that far behind.
And I believe it
because in here,
belief is all Iโ€™ve got.

But then I step outside.

And the world strips me bare.
Every face I pass
reminds me how little I am.
How much I lack.
How far behind I stand
without even running.

And yet
I keep coming back
to these walls,
this mirror,
this game.

Telling myself:
Iโ€™m enough.
When I know
Iโ€™m clearly not.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

I used to wake up every day and choose violence.

I used to set the world alight with my burning anger.

Then came you. And suddenly, committing arson meant leaving your side,

So I stopped.

#random
#SammyScribble

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

Maybe I like it,

Whatever annoys you and you keep doing it, you secretly like it

You know they sayโ€ฆ
It only takes one step to change a habit.
But here I am, five thousand steps later,
Still doing the same nonsense like itโ€™s my side hustle.

Some wise guy once told me,
โ€œWhatever annoys you and you keep doing it, you secretly like it.โ€
And I thought haha What an insult to me
โ€ฆBut alsoโ€ฆ what a truth bomb.

Like why is it, every time I say,
โ€œThis is my last drinking day,โ€
I find myself at the counter like,
โ€œBro, add some extra shots its the weekend .โ€

Why is it, when my alarm rings at 5AM,
I curse it, snooze it, insult its ancestors
And then set it again for 5:05?
Like weโ€™re in a toxic relationship,
But neither of us is brave enough to leave.

Why is it, when I complain about my phone addiction,
Iโ€™m literally tweeting about how addicted I am?
Broย  Elon!!!

And donโ€™t get me started on those people who say,
โ€œI hate dramaโ€
Meanwhile their lives could fund four seasons of a Netflix series,
โ€œReal Housewives of Denial.โ€

Listen maybe, just maybe,
Weโ€™re all secretly in love with our own chaos.
Like a bad DJ who keeps playing the same annoying track,
And instead of leaving the club,
We stay and dance likeโ€ฆ
โ€œEiiiish, This one is annoying play it again!โ€

So hereโ€™s my message to you
Next time you find yourself doing that thing you swear you hate,
Pause, look in the mirror and admit:
โ€œMaybe I like it.โ€

And if you donโ€™t, wel
Take one step to change it.
Just one.
But not today today we vibe.

Thank you.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

life may be chaotic but through self awareness and acceptance of imperfection we reclaim our powerโ€ฆ we begin to realize that maturity isnโ€™t about seeking perfection itโ€™s about finding mindful alignment with who we are becoming, and liking it.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

I saw something.
And I just stopped.
I smiled
as if I had seen
the face of innocence.

It had a pull
so strong
I had to turn my gaze away,
just to hold myself together.

Picture this:
a flower tucked behind one ear,
like a fairyโ€™s touch.
Her hair kept falling over that same ear,
but the flower stayed
more beautiful
only because it was resting there,
on her.

A small nose ring caught the light.
It became the quiet center of her beauty,
a pause.
A breath.
Because just above itโ€ฆ
her eyes.

Eyes like the horizon
so vast,
they make you see
your own reflection
wandering within.

And just below
her lips.
You could call them perfect
without hesitation.
Like rose petals laid gently,
and the lipstick matched
the colour of her clothes,
as if everything about her
was meant to be seen
in that one moment.

But it wouldn't be fair
to speak only of the eyes and lips,
and not the expression they made together.

Because when you finally
pull yourself together,
after the hair, the lips, the eyes
you see the face.

The face that made me stop.

And the expression on that face...
A smile that could melt your heart.

The subtle rise of her brows,
the soft narrowing of her eyes,
as if she had a secret
too gentle to speak aloud.

Her face didnโ€™t try,
it felt.
It moved like a whisper,
like the silence between two lines of poetry.

You could see a world in the way
her expression shifted.
Not just beauty
but presence.
The kind that doesnโ€™t ask to be noticed.
It just is.

And I saw it.
And I knew,
I was seeing something
that wasnโ€™t trying to be anything at all.
Justโ€ฆ her.

Innocence.
And beauty.
As if destiny
took all my luck
and spent it
to give me this one moment.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

Someday I will be happiest. I can already feel that. I will be happily in love, happily married, happily a parent, happily achieving my dreams. I will have a life full of meaning and full of love. I will wake up every morning with peace in my heart and joy in my soul. I will look around and feel thankful for everything I have my family, my partner, my children, my home and my life.

I will no longer feel lost or broken. I will be strong, confident and full of hope. I will feel proud of myself, not just for what Iโ€™ve done but for who Iโ€™ve become. I will have a heart full of love to give and I will receive love in return. I will be working on things Iโ€™m passionate about, doing what I love and helping others along the way. My dreams will not just be dreams anymore, they will be real. I will travel to places Iโ€™ve always wanted to see and create memories that stay with me forever. I will live a life that feels light, not heavy. I will truly live. I will look in the mirror and finally say, โ€œYes, I am truly happy now.โ€

And someday, not far from now, I will look around and realize that I made it. I am living the life I once only dreamed of. โ™ฅ๏ธ

๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿซก

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

Love....
Above worldly life and
Meaningless strife,
Lifts in paradise,
God's prize ,
Where souls find release,
Revealing endless peace,
The essence of existence,
Love....
Defined earthly resistance,
Brightest life line
Deeply spiritual and divine,
It glows in me,will never
Change my mind,
The eternal universe inside,
Reflects uniqueness of mine.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

That one dream of mine
left my soul unraveling,
my heart quietly dreading,
and my mind overflowing.

By what?
By the thoughts of you.

In that one magical dream,
you called meโ€”
at the exact moment I happened to be free.

Then a conversation started.
Your voiceโ€”so bright, unguardedโ€”
as you told me you'd seen a tremendous scenery,
like a dream to the orbs, the greenery.

Then you video-called me,
letting my orbs witness the scene
through the phoneโ€™s glowing screen.
Me? Trying not to show my face,
and in that moment, I forgot to look at the place.
Your eyes shifted toward the screen,
making me feel like I was truly seen.
I felt shy, my cheeks instantly turning redโ€“
a rare sight, as I rarely let my guard shed.

Tears began to form, my eyes grew heavy.
I woke up feeling like weโ€™d made a new memory.
Though it was only imagination,
you were with me in that fake vision.

To never forget this memory of ours,
I penned it down, thinking of you for hours.

I used to believe dreams carried meaning.
Now, with this one, we made a memoryโ€”only for me to keep dreaming.

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  โ€“ Iris

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

There were some words
that only felt complete with you.
Now they remain unfinished,
like every verse holds a blank space
meant only for your name.

Without you,
I speak to myself,
and between each sentence,
I search for your quiet โ€œhmmโ€โ€ฆ
the one that once lived between my thoughts,
now lost in the dust of memory.

Without you,
the night is more than darkness,
itโ€™s a silence
that turns me into my own shadow.

You know...
I meant to say Iโ€™m fine,
but since you left,
even my smiles
have learned how to lie.

I still write...
but the poems no longer carry the scent of love.
Only words remain
without a soul,
without
The Essence Of Love.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

A Love So Real

I want the kind of love so pure and vulnerable,
that when it finds me, I will feel dependableโ€”
on that person who's going to stay,
even during the times I stop and lay.

A love that speaks just enough,
making me feel seenโ€”never tough.
A love so full of glow, shine, and light,
not today's kindโ€”unexpressive and slight.


Will you listen, if I ask you, my dear?
Please stayโ€”I need that love without fear.
I want your love softly whispered in my ears,
a little kiss whenever I am near.

A love that reminds me Iโ€™m truly adored,
โ€œno worries,โ€ to be said by my beloved once more.
A love that wants to say the right things,
being present and leading me with steady wings.


If youโ€™re willing, then let me know even now,
my heartโ€™s still waiting for youโ€”show me how.
I am still here; my soul wonโ€™t let go
of a love that was more than it could ever show.

A love my heart and soul still yearn for,
a lingering warmth that never closed the door.
A love so real, I found in youโ€”
let me be honest: I still hold on to you.


ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  โ€“ Iris

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

"When you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable,must be the ^ truth."

๐Ÿ“The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

Your Knight

"A Knight in Shining Armor"

My silken sword and blushing burn
In its tarnishing charm and my cavity cave.
Your westward wayward song,
That's the insolent siren; your scowling soul.

Throes of my pine soaring and sored
Deep blooded-bound reverie I reverb
Throbbing touchรฉ and awe-bind chaste
I grazed brusquelyโ€” unbeknownst your gaze was lost...



"I might be your knight in shining armor but a princess always belongs to a prince. At the end, my job is to protect you until you meet your prince."
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  -Obi (Red hair & Snow White; Anime)



#unrequited_as_a_bard
#wordsmith_knight
#silken_verbs

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š–๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐šž๐š•๐šข ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š•๐šข ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šž๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š˜๐šœ..๐™ธโ€™๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š’๐š, ๐™ธโ€™๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐š— ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š“๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šข. ๐™ผ๐šข ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š’๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐™ธโ€™๐š– ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ.

๐™ผ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š. ๐™ธ๐šโ€™๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šŽ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š–๐š˜๐š– ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ, ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š–๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š—. ๐™ฝ๐š˜๐š  ๐™ธ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š๐š‘, ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•.

๐™ธโ€™๐š– ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ธโ€™๐š– ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š. ๐™ธโ€™๐š– ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š–๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š๐šž๐š๐šŽ.

๐™ท๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽโ€™๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š–๐šŠ ๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ, ๐š๐šž๐š•๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ.โค๏ธ ๐™ท๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข ๐™ผ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›โ€™๐šœ ๐™ณ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š–๐š˜๐š–๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

The talent I have
never really wished for,
nor do I want it
this curse in disguise
that lets me
doom my own life
with precision.

Itโ€™s not something I honed.
It grew in me
like rot.
Unasked.
Unwanted.
Unstoppable.

And now,
even when I try
to hold something gently,
it slips
or worse,
breaks because of me.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

Awaken.
Awaken in the present moment in absolute love.
Dancing with the wind in the rays of the sun,
angels above
clean your way from the fate's blow.
The trees whisper of love, birds saying hello.
In nature's symphony, hearts beat slow.
At night the starry ball, the moon is calling bright.
The loving eyes, drowning in a celestial delight.
Awakening soul craving unity with God very might,
and you become in the most peaceful mind,
your shining heart is so pure and white,
and your eyes are glowing with golden light.
#awaken

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

I loved you from a distance,
Knowing one day, Iโ€™d have to let go.
And now that day is near,
And I sit with the weight of it all
Asking why.
Why did I open my heart,
Knowing you were never mine to keep?
Why did I let you in,
When I always knew you'd leave?
I wish you knew
How much I cared,
How deeply I loved,
How far I would have gone
Just to make you stay.
But Iโ€™m scared.
Scared that in every world,
In every story,
You will never love me too.
So I stay silent,
Hiding my heart behind a smile,
Loving you in the quiet,
Until the quiet is all thatโ€™s left.

broken poet
Integrity

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You exist in me
not like a memory,
but like blood
quiet, constant,
moving through everything.

Thereโ€™s no door left to open,
no space untouched.
You didnโ€™t just enter
you became.

Now,
even if the world knocks,
thereโ€™s no way in.
Itโ€™s just you.
Only you.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

We Wear Matching Wounds

I handed you my storm.
You didnโ€™t seek shelter.
You stepped into the rain with meโ€”
no umbrella, just open arms,
and whispered, โ€œIโ€™m here.โ€

The wound was raw,
the bleeding slow and steady.
You didnโ€™t rush to heal it.
You just held the hurt
and made it bearable.

We met in the wreckage,
not at the start,
but where the breaking settledโ€”
sharp edges cutting deep,
and pieces refusing to fit.

We wear matching wounds,
not puzzle pieces to be fixed,
but echoes of the same ache,
spoken in different tongues,
understood without words.

We wear matching wounds,
not from being incomplete,
but from finding a mirror
that traced pain without flinchingโ€”
and still called it beautiful.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

They lied but we still move

โ€œReality is wrong, dreams are for real.โ€_Tupac Shakur


They lied.
In primary school, teachers told us
โ€œStudy hardโ€
So you can go to a good high school,
And in high school, they screamed, โ€œWake up early, read for good grades!โ€
And when you sleep?
Theyโ€™ll tell you, โ€œAfter school, youโ€™ll sleep like a babyโ€

Questionโ€ฆ were they sleeping?
Because I swear Mr. Karanja had eye bags so deep,
I thought he carried spare chalk in there.

And they said if you pass exams,
Youโ€™ll get a good job,
Then buy a car, a house, a plot, a wife, two kids,
A German Shepherd called Max and a lawn mower.

But now, the only thing I mow is my self-esteem
Every end month, when the bank sends me my balance,
And it looks like a phone number missing a few digits.

They lied.

Doctors say sleep 8 hours.
Motivational speakers say wake up at 3am,
Because thatโ€™s when billionaires align their chakras and sip hot lemon water.
Meanwhile me?
Iโ€™m aligning debts with unpaid bills,
And sipping cold tap water hoping it hydrates my ambitions.

And love?
Love is expensive.
Have you seen these dinner dates?
One pizza, two sodas, and youโ€™re applying for a Fuliza loan
Just to pay for Uber home.

Family keeps asking,
โ€œUmeoa lini? Unajenga wapi? Unanunua gari lini?โ€
And Iโ€™m like, bro, Iโ€™m just trying to afford WiFi to be able to google โ€ how to get rich quickโ€and toothpaste this month.

And this economy?
Ehโ€ฆ
Itโ€™s the kind of situation where you blink twice and unga is 250 bob.
Fuel prices playing hide and seek with my sanity,
And my landlord?
My landlord deserves an Oscar for Best Performance in Monthly Threats.

They lied.

School said get good grades, life will be soft.
But life is harder than boiled maize with no salt.
Now Iโ€™m doing two jobs, three side hustles, four unpaid internships of hope,
And five borrowed dreams from motivational YouTube shorts.

But stillโ€ฆ
I laugh,
I wake up,
I hustle.

Because maybe, just maybeโ€ฆ
Itโ€™s not a lie.
Maybe life is just a badly written group project,
And weโ€™re all here winging it,
Pretending we know what weโ€™re doing.

So to my fellow survivors,
Those awake at 3am not by choice but by stress and anxiety,
Those who check M-Pesa balance before breathing,
Those who cancel plans because โ€œthings are tightโ€,
I see you.
I feel you.
I am you.

They liedโ€ฆ but we move.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

I Want a Woman
by The Modern Romeo

I want a woman, not a girlโ€”
someone shaped by more than moments,
a presence that doesn't shrink when things get loud,
nor cower when tribulations run high.

A woman who's mine in this vast world,
one whose smile lights up my face,
whose love no force could ever replace.

I want a woman who's hers before she's mine,
who meets my eyes with meaning,
and leaves me steadier just by being near.
Not someone to fix or mould,
but someone to grow besideโ€”
who knows silence doesn't mean absence,
and trust isn't earned in promises, but presence.

I want a partner who sees the cracks and stays,
who doesn't flinch when the weight gets uneven,
who reminds me what I'm chasing when I forget,
who steadies me on the path to success
when I go astray.

I want a woman who chooses me each dayโ€”
not because she needs to,
but because she wants to.
Because in all her freedom,
this us makes sense.

https://www.facebook.com/100045164923136/posts/348587546656740/?mibextid=rXg48EDpWzQdXTdC

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โ€œHow do you know if they are the one?

Youโ€™re not confused about where you stand in their life. Theyโ€™re honest about their feelings and they show you that they care. They donโ€™t make you question your worth. You stop believing that you deserve less โ€” instead, you embrace the abundance of love that comes your way. You become more confident. Happier. More joyful. You become more sure of yourself. Your life starts flourishing in different ways. Youโ€™re excited when you think about a future with them. Their hand fits in perfectly with yours. A sense of calm and contentment settles in your heart. You feel like thereโ€™s nothing that you canโ€™t conquer if you have them by your side. And every time you meet them โ€” it feels like youโ€™re seeing them for the first time.โ€ โ€” @r.dhalwriter

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Why are you Mad Though?

Yoโ€ฆ
Why you wanna blame me
For how you feelinโ€™ inside?
Like I got a secret remote control
Hidden somewhere between your ribs,
Pressinโ€™ โ€œInsecureโ€
Right after you drop your ice cream.

Bruh
I ainโ€™t the feelings fairy.
I didnโ€™t sprinkle no glitter in your brain
And whisper โ€œbe sadโ€ฆ rightโ€ฆ now.โ€

Look, if you expecting me
To act a certain way,
Like one of them motivational Instagram quotes,
โ€œGood vibes only,โ€
Then you, my friend,
Are about to be as disappointed
As a kid on Christmas morning
Opening a gift box full of socks.

I WILL disappoint you.
Like rain that never comes even when the sky is full of clouds.
Like a flames in the wind
Like a DJ at a party who only plays
Bird sounds and the national anthem.

Iโ€™m built weird.
Sometimes I laugh at funerals
And cry at TikToks of cats falling off tables.
I forget birthdays,
I send texts like โ€œYoโ€ and disappear for 3 days.
Iโ€™m basically the human version of
When your phone autocorrects โ€œthanksโ€ to โ€œthangs.โ€
Unexpected, confusing, and mildly entertaining.

So please
Donโ€™t draft a script for me in your head,
โ€˜Cause I promise I wonโ€™t read it.
Iโ€™ll ad-lib.
Iโ€™ll improvise.
Iโ€™ll enter the scene like,
โ€œWait, what movie is this again?โ€

Your feelings?
Your job to babysit.
Iโ€™ll swing by for snacks,
But I ainโ€™t changinโ€™ no emotional diapers.

Lifeโ€™s a mess, people weird,
And me?
Iโ€™m just out here being
A lovable, occasionally clueless
Walking contradiction.

So relax, fam
Grab a donut, pet a dog,
And letโ€™s laugh at this big olโ€™ soap opera
We call existence.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

*I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE*

My life has changed so much that I can't lie
_I've lived a very hard life, I thought I would die
_I am better than I used to be, I have no complaint_
_Despite the Challenges, never was I weak or faint_

_Darkness surrounded me in every step I used to take_
I managed a smile even though it was fake
At school, I laughed when others talked to me
But inside, I was dying, wishing they could see

_Single parented, I grew strong, never ready for a fall
_Challenges, I walked past them all
_Till date, I work hard each and every day
To help those in need in every possible way_

I never wish to see others shed their tears_
Like i did for years
My dream is to end all the screams
_And change things that aren't as they seem

*Written by :* ```RHODVICK```
```The Unknown Poet`

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

My song

She is my sweet song
I hope it never ends
The music will never die
Happy it makes me feel

In the deepest of night
When I miss listening to it
I do wake up to listen to it
It soothes me to slumber

My song has cute lips
How I miss kissing them
Brushing them softly to mine
Hers was my precious gift

It rings deep in my mind
I do find myself smiling all time
I'm sorry I'm in love with my song
I'll listen to my song everyday

Sadly my song ended , I realized,
I wasn't the only one listening to it
She left with another able guy
Happily I've nursed the heartbreak

ยฉ The lonely writer
ยฎ Steven

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

'Which would you rather be if you had the choice- divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?"
๐Ÿ“Anne of Green Gables
-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

๐–ค๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ ๐–จ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—… ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ
๐–จ ๐–บ๐—† ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–พ.

๐–ณ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–จ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„,
๐–จ ๐–บ๐—† ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—
๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—Ž๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ.

๐–จ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐–ป๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ
๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐— ๐—†๐–พ,
๐–จ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—† ๐–จ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ.

๐–ธ๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–จ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—…
๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–จ ๐–บ๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ,
๐–จ ๐–บ๐—† ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ๐—‡, ๐–จ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„
๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ.

๐–ก๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–จ ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—„
๐—†๐—’๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ - ๐–บ๐—† ๐–จ ๐–บ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ?
๐–ญ๐—ˆ... ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–พ, ๐—†๐—’ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—†๐—’ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ.

๐–ฒ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–จ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‰?
๐–ง๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–จ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰?

๐–จ ๐–บ๐—† ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—Ž๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—„๐–พ๐–พ๐—‰ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€... ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—… ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ.

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Poetic World 98 ๐Ÿ˜˜

๐š‚๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™ฟ๐š’๐š•๐š•

"๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐š–๐šข ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š’๐š•๐š•."
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š‘๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŠ๐šœ๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š•.
๐™ผ๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š™๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š,
๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š.
๐™ผ๐šข ๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž,
๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐™ธ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šž๐šŽ.

๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐™ธ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ,
๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐šข ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šœ.
๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ,
๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ.
๐™ผ๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š’๐š— ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ,
๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ, ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐šœ, ๐š’๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ.

๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜,
๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐šข ๐š•๐š˜๐š .
๐™ธ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐™ธ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐šโ€”
๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ? ๐™ฐ๐š– ๐™ธ ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š?
๐™ผ๐šข ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š™๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—.
๐™พ๐š— ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—?

๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š’๐š•๐š•, ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™,
๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ, ๐š๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™.
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šโ€”๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ, ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š–๐š๐š‘, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽโ€”
๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”, ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ.
๐™ฐ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š•, ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—,
๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž? ๐š๐šž๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐š—.

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๐™ฑ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š–~

๐™ถ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š’๐š
๐š‚๐š˜๐š•๐š’๐š๐šž๐š๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š” ๐š’๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ
๐™ฐ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐š’๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐š—, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽโ€”
๐™ฐ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š -๐š๐š›๐š’๐š™๐š™๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š›
๐™ธ ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šข ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐š” ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š–๐š˜๐š˜๐šŒ๐š‘
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐š-๐š๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š”๐šœ, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š
๐š‚๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šข ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŠ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐šŒ ๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šฃ๐šฃ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐šœ
๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ.
๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜?
๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐š ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐šŽ๐š•๐š˜๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š–.

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