Unfortunately it seems painful memories get the creative juices flowing easier then nice ones
Absolutely. I guess there's a reason there are so many heartbreak songs.
To Be Human
So complicated in so many different ways.
We can find love and enjoyment as well as sorrow and pain all in the same day.
Sometimes we find others that amuse us.
Sometimes we find others that just use us.
Sometimes we we laugh and love with others we enjoy.
Sometimes we grieve and sorrow we employ.
Sometimes we get everything correct.
Sometimes we screw up or forget.
Sometimes we just don't want to zoom in.
Isn't it lovely to be a human?
So complicated in so many different ways.
We can find love and enjoyment as well as sorrow and pain all in the same day.
Sometimes we find others that amuse us.
Sometimes we find others that just use us.
Sometimes we we laugh and love with others we enjoy.
Sometimes we grieve and sorrow we employ.
Sometimes we get everything correct.
Sometimes we screw up or forget.
Sometimes we just don't want to zoom in.
Isn't it lovely to be a human?
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Smoke in the skies above forgotten streets.
The earth remembering softer footsteps,
now trembling under iron rain.
People deserving of peace and laughter,
inherit sirens and shattered glass.
Those who steer the fire speak of glory,
as if ash were a crown.
But all power wears the same cold face,
it bargains in bodies,
measures victory in silence,
it does not kneel to grief.
And we, watching from flickering screens,
count the ruins like fading stars.
Another horizon burning.
Disbelief settles into our bones.
How can the world keep ending
and no hand rise to stop the flames?
We think that politics is what protects us,
that terror lies far beyond our borders.
But when the powers that be rewrite rules,
how can we blindly trust their promise.
Whether we are next or not, this is certain,
we are all just one wrong choice away.
The earth remembering softer footsteps,
now trembling under iron rain.
People deserving of peace and laughter,
inherit sirens and shattered glass.
Those who steer the fire speak of glory,
as if ash were a crown.
But all power wears the same cold face,
it bargains in bodies,
measures victory in silence,
it does not kneel to grief.
And we, watching from flickering screens,
count the ruins like fading stars.
Another horizon burning.
Disbelief settles into our bones.
How can the world keep ending
and no hand rise to stop the flames?
We think that politics is what protects us,
that terror lies far beyond our borders.
But when the powers that be rewrite rules,
how can we blindly trust their promise.
Whether we are next or not, this is certain,
we are all just one wrong choice away.
The River Fills My Soul
Timeless currents,
carve the earth below,
sculpting paths,
where moments grow.
My heart swells wide,
like the river's shore,
overflowing love,
evermore.
The flame that seared my body and mind,
which also now torments me,
Describing life's river that flows,
sets my living soul free.
Quill in hand at the waters edge,
the writer's gentle art,
brings solace deep,
and heals the heart.
Timeless currents,
carve the earth below,
sculpting paths,
where moments grow.
My heart swells wide,
like the river's shore,
overflowing love,
evermore.
The flame that seared my body and mind,
which also now torments me,
Describing life's river that flows,
sets my living soul free.
Quill in hand at the waters edge,
the writer's gentle art,
brings solace deep,
and heals the heart.
Of truth, lies and friends. (Or fuck catfish)
I used to listen longer than the truth deserved
collecting voices that changed with every room
names slipped like loose threads from their tongues
stories stitched from borrowed shadows
You smiled with a stranger's face
introduced yourself again and again
as if honesty were a costume
you hadn’t decided to wear yet
I tried to believe the versions
the kinder one, the braver one
the one who swore this time was real
but echoes can only pretend to be voices for so long
Now I don’t chase the sound of shifting names
I let the masks fall where they may
a lie needs an audience to breathe
and I have grown quiet
Not angry
Just finished
The truth is simple in the end
I would rather walk alone in open air
than share a room
full of borrowed faces
I used to listen longer than the truth deserved
collecting voices that changed with every room
names slipped like loose threads from their tongues
stories stitched from borrowed shadows
You smiled with a stranger's face
introduced yourself again and again
as if honesty were a costume
you hadn’t decided to wear yet
I tried to believe the versions
the kinder one, the braver one
the one who swore this time was real
but echoes can only pretend to be voices for so long
Now I don’t chase the sound of shifting names
I let the masks fall where they may
a lie needs an audience to breathe
and I have grown quiet
Not angry
Just finished
The truth is simple in the end
I would rather walk alone in open air
than share a room
full of borrowed faces
Dim
In a room where the dust remembers
every step I tried to leave behind
I sit like an extra chair
useful once maybe
now just quietly taking space
The clock keeps working
The kettle still sings
Outside the buses sigh at every stop
The world continues its small confident motions
as if it never asked for me at all
I try to measure my weight
not in kilograms
but in meaning
how much gravity a person should have
before they disappear
Some days
I feel like a blank receipt
crumpled in a pocket
proof that something happened
but nothing anyone needs to keep
The mirror does its duty
without enthusiasm
It returns a face
that looks like an unfinished sentence
waiting for a word that never arrives
And yet
even the cracked sidewalk
holds rain for a while
Even a quiet stone
warms slowly in the sun
So I stay here
a small and uncertain thing
wondering if worth
might be quieter than I expected
like a dim star
still burning somewhere
no one bothered to look
In a room where the dust remembers
every step I tried to leave behind
I sit like an extra chair
useful once maybe
now just quietly taking space
The clock keeps working
The kettle still sings
Outside the buses sigh at every stop
The world continues its small confident motions
as if it never asked for me at all
I try to measure my weight
not in kilograms
but in meaning
how much gravity a person should have
before they disappear
Some days
I feel like a blank receipt
crumpled in a pocket
proof that something happened
but nothing anyone needs to keep
The mirror does its duty
without enthusiasm
It returns a face
that looks like an unfinished sentence
waiting for a word that never arrives
And yet
even the cracked sidewalk
holds rain for a while
Even a quiet stone
warms slowly in the sun
So I stay here
a small and uncertain thing
wondering if worth
might be quieter than I expected
like a dim star
still burning somewhere
no one bothered to look
Cheese on toast
Woke up late, head feelin’ roast
Stumbled to the kitchen, needed somethin’ close
Opened up the fridge, light hit me like a boast
There it was, baby… cheese on toast
Butter that bread, don’t you burn it black
Grate that cheddar, never hold it back
Pop it in the grill, hear the sizzle crack
This is the snack that attacks!
Cheese on toast, skankin’ in the heat
Golden brown melt, can’t be beat
From London town to the sunny coast
Everybody jump for cheese on toast!
Got that crunch when you take that bite
Stringy cheese stretchin’ left to right
Bit of pepper, yeah you know it’s tight
Simple things make life feel right
No fancy meals, no silver spoons
Just a toaster and some ska cartoons
Dancin’ round the kitchen like a lazy buffoon
Breakfast, lunch, or afternoon!
Cheese on toast, skankin’ in the heat
Golden brown melt, can’t be beat
From the streets to your grandma’s roast
Everybody move for cheese on toast!
Cheddar, mozzarella, I don’t care how
Add a lil’ Worcestershire if you’re feelin’ wow
Flip that slice, take a bow!
Cheese on toast, never gonna fail
Crispy edge, melty detail
Raise it high, let’s make a toast
To the king of snacks… CHEESE ON TOAST!
Woke up late, head feelin’ roast
Stumbled to the kitchen, needed somethin’ close
Opened up the fridge, light hit me like a boast
There it was, baby… cheese on toast
Butter that bread, don’t you burn it black
Grate that cheddar, never hold it back
Pop it in the grill, hear the sizzle crack
This is the snack that attacks!
Cheese on toast, skankin’ in the heat
Golden brown melt, can’t be beat
From London town to the sunny coast
Everybody jump for cheese on toast!
Got that crunch when you take that bite
Stringy cheese stretchin’ left to right
Bit of pepper, yeah you know it’s tight
Simple things make life feel right
No fancy meals, no silver spoons
Just a toaster and some ska cartoons
Dancin’ round the kitchen like a lazy buffoon
Breakfast, lunch, or afternoon!
Cheese on toast, skankin’ in the heat
Golden brown melt, can’t be beat
From the streets to your grandma’s roast
Everybody move for cheese on toast!
Cheddar, mozzarella, I don’t care how
Add a lil’ Worcestershire if you’re feelin’ wow
Flip that slice, take a bow!
Cheese on toast, never gonna fail
Crispy edge, melty detail
Raise it high, let’s make a toast
To the king of snacks… CHEESE ON TOAST!
Bars
You got me drooling and dancing for cheese on toast!! This is so yummy and awesome!
Thank you!
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Home
I name you like a sickness slow
something foul beneath the skin
but every rot I swear is yours
is where I've always been
I curse your hollow starving gaze
your way of draining every room
yet it's my breath that clouds the air
my hands that shape the gloom
I'd bury you without a sound
erase your shadow clean and true
but in the grave I dig for you
I’m lying there too
I name you like a sickness slow
something foul beneath the skin
but every rot I swear is yours
is where I've always been
I curse your hollow starving gaze
your way of draining every room
yet it's my breath that clouds the air
my hands that shape the gloom
I'd bury you without a sound
erase your shadow clean and true
but in the grave I dig for you
I’m lying there too
Out of Sync
You learned early
that softness gets stepped on
so you sharpened yourself
into something the world couldn't ignore
Not loud not cruel
just unbreakable in quiet ways
You walk through rooms
like a question no one asked for
edges catching on conversations
that were never built to hold you
They say
“Why are you always ready for war”
but never ask
what taught your hands to tremble like that
You are a fighter
not because you love battle
but because surrender
was never a safe place to rest
And still
in a world starving for gentleness
you carry both blade and balm
You notice the cracks in people
the flicker behind their jokes
the way silence can mean
“please don’t leave me here alone”
You don't fit in
because you feel too much
and protect too hard
and love like it might disappear
But maybe that's the point
Maybe this world
with all its noise and numbness
doesn't need more people who blend in
maybe it needs
someone who knows how to fight
and still chooses
to care
So you stand there
out of place
out of pattern
out of sync
and somehow
exactly where you're meant to be
You learned early
that softness gets stepped on
so you sharpened yourself
into something the world couldn't ignore
Not loud not cruel
just unbreakable in quiet ways
You walk through rooms
like a question no one asked for
edges catching on conversations
that were never built to hold you
They say
“Why are you always ready for war”
but never ask
what taught your hands to tremble like that
You are a fighter
not because you love battle
but because surrender
was never a safe place to rest
And still
in a world starving for gentleness
you carry both blade and balm
You notice the cracks in people
the flicker behind their jokes
the way silence can mean
“please don’t leave me here alone”
You don't fit in
because you feel too much
and protect too hard
and love like it might disappear
But maybe that's the point
Maybe this world
with all its noise and numbness
doesn't need more people who blend in
maybe it needs
someone who knows how to fight
and still chooses
to care
So you stand there
out of place
out of pattern
out of sync
and somehow
exactly where you're meant to be
Head Out Of The Clouds
No filters, no edits, no second take
just breath in your chest and the risks you make
The world isn't polished it cracks and it bends
it doesn't care much for pretending to mend
You wake up tired not camera ready
no script in your hand, no voice sounding steady
Coffee goes cold while your thoughts run loud
and nobody's handing you lines to sound proud
Out here truth isn't dressed in gold
it stutters, it trips, it feels too bold
It's saying “I don't know” in a room gone still
it's choosing your path without knowing the hill
No highlight reels in a quiet night
just you and your doubts in flickering light
No audience clapping when you get through
just the slow kind of pride that belongs to you
It's laughing too hard at something small
it's not having answers, it's feeling it all
It's messy and human and sometimes unfair
but at least when you speak, you know you were there
So keep your rough edges, your unpolished sound
the truth hits different when it's not watered down
No mask, no act, no carefully spun
just living as if you've already won
No filters, no edits, no second take
just breath in your chest and the risks you make
The world isn't polished it cracks and it bends
it doesn't care much for pretending to mend
You wake up tired not camera ready
no script in your hand, no voice sounding steady
Coffee goes cold while your thoughts run loud
and nobody's handing you lines to sound proud
Out here truth isn't dressed in gold
it stutters, it trips, it feels too bold
It's saying “I don't know” in a room gone still
it's choosing your path without knowing the hill
No highlight reels in a quiet night
just you and your doubts in flickering light
No audience clapping when you get through
just the slow kind of pride that belongs to you
It's laughing too hard at something small
it's not having answers, it's feeling it all
It's messy and human and sometimes unfair
but at least when you speak, you know you were there
So keep your rough edges, your unpolished sound
the truth hits different when it's not watered down
No mask, no act, no carefully spun
just living as if you've already won
Strength without weakness.
Bonds without strength.
We hold the world through what we are,
while others clutch it through hate.
And when bonds break,
weakness is the only language
that still speaks back to me.
My pain was real.
Her feelings were not.
My blood runs hot,
but even fire cannot lift
the stains from my skin.
Why am I the one discarded?
Am I truly something vile,
something meant to be left behind?
My life has been a road of trials,
and still it asks more of me.
I am iron in the soil,
buried, waiting,
slowly learning the shape of rust.
I was a stepping stone—
useful only long enough
for someone else to cross.
Two inches deep,
yet somehow nearer to death
than to being understood.
Then came honesty,
sharp and unexpected,
after a chorus of counterfeit hearts.
And somehow,
meeting you felt like mercy—
as if the gods themselves
bent down and rewrote my fate.
Bonds without strength.
We hold the world through what we are,
while others clutch it through hate.
And when bonds break,
weakness is the only language
that still speaks back to me.
My pain was real.
Her feelings were not.
My blood runs hot,
but even fire cannot lift
the stains from my skin.
Why am I the one discarded?
Am I truly something vile,
something meant to be left behind?
My life has been a road of trials,
and still it asks more of me.
I am iron in the soil,
buried, waiting,
slowly learning the shape of rust.
I was a stepping stone—
useful only long enough
for someone else to cross.
Two inches deep,
yet somehow nearer to death
than to being understood.
Then came honesty,
sharp and unexpected,
after a chorus of counterfeit hearts.
And somehow,
meeting you felt like mercy—
as if the gods themselves
bent down and rewrote my fate.
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Sharpened
I was soft once
open as a wound
taking the world in
without knowing the cost
It didn't teach kindly
It carved
Slow deliberate pressure
like stone against steel
I learned by breaking first
then by breaking differently
until the cracks began
to look like design
Something hardened in me
Not all at once
but enough
that I stopped bleeding for everything
Now I carry an edge
Not for show
for survival
The world made sure of that.
I was soft once
open as a wound
taking the world in
without knowing the cost
It didn't teach kindly
It carved
Slow deliberate pressure
like stone against steel
I learned by breaking first
then by breaking differently
until the cracks began
to look like design
Something hardened in me
Not all at once
but enough
that I stopped bleeding for everything
Now I carry an edge
Not for show
for survival
The world made sure of that.
Song
I used to measure love in mornings shared
In quiet breaths that rose and fell with mine
In plans that stretched like roads we never feared
Now time just circles back to that last line
They say the heart will mend relearn its song
But mine still hums in echoes of your name
Each note I try to give to someone new feels wrong
As if all warmth has turned to borrowed flame
I meet kind eyes that ask me to begin
To build again what once felt so complete
But every door I open lets you in
A ghost of love that won't accept defeat
So here I stand with hands that cannot hold
Not empty just too full of what we were
For love once carved in grief does not grow old
It simply stays and silences the air
I used to measure love in mornings shared
In quiet breaths that rose and fell with mine
In plans that stretched like roads we never feared
Now time just circles back to that last line
They say the heart will mend relearn its song
But mine still hums in echoes of your name
Each note I try to give to someone new feels wrong
As if all warmth has turned to borrowed flame
I meet kind eyes that ask me to begin
To build again what once felt so complete
But every door I open lets you in
A ghost of love that won't accept defeat
So here I stand with hands that cannot hold
Not empty just too full of what we were
For love once carved in grief does not grow old
It simply stays and silences the air
@BunnyBeeHope one reaction didn’t seem enough. Sad but beautiful. Thanks for sharing. I think I might be too left brained to write like this, but I appreciate those that can.
A red panda from Britain, with wit and with sass,
Whose jokes always land with impeccable class.
Beatles and Harry — your taste is a treat,
Your spelling is wrong, but your banter’s elite.
You say “favourite,” I spell it my way,
And somehow we’re friends at the end of the day.
From one little hedgehog, across thousands of miles,
I hope this little poem steals the tiniest of smiles.
*AI assisted, definitely not creative enough*
Whose jokes always land with impeccable class.
Beatles and Harry — your taste is a treat,
Your spelling is wrong, but your banter’s elite.
You say “favourite,” I spell it my way,
And somehow we’re friends at the end of the day.
From one little hedgehog, across thousands of miles,
I hope this little poem steals the tiniest of smiles.
*AI assisted, definitely not creative enough*
I like to think you're together in the sky
Try to see this life through different eyes
I try to become something new
Hope you are up there enjoying the view
I'll try not to disappoint you
When you were alive, the world was alive
Now it seems so grey
You're stuck in my mind, all of the time
I'm not religious but I would pray if I could have you here
I hope you found light, but I'm caught in the night
I'm jealous I can't be with you, but I feel you under my skin
I only wish I knew the truth
I see no reason, why you can't be around
And I've searched but i haven't found
It only solidified doubt
And I know you didnt know your death
Would have me hanging by a thread
A last goodbye, just one word lost in a swelling sea
When I felt lost, you used to put an arm around me
If this is growing old, I am not sold
Take me back to my youth, so full of regret
But they are things I cant undo
I see no reason, why you can't be around
And I've searched but i haven't found
It only solidified doubt
Caught in the night, endless, no light
The thought of your life, a twist of the knife
I hope you found peace, but I'm losing sight
I only wish I knew the truth
Try to see this life through different eyes
I try to become something new
Hope you are up there enjoying the view
I'll try not to disappoint you
When you were alive, the world was alive
Now it seems so grey
You're stuck in my mind, all of the time
I'm not religious but I would pray if I could have you here
I hope you found light, but I'm caught in the night
I'm jealous I can't be with you, but I feel you under my skin
I only wish I knew the truth
I see no reason, why you can't be around
And I've searched but i haven't found
It only solidified doubt
And I know you didnt know your death
Would have me hanging by a thread
A last goodbye, just one word lost in a swelling sea
When I felt lost, you used to put an arm around me
If this is growing old, I am not sold
Take me back to my youth, so full of regret
But they are things I cant undo
I see no reason, why you can't be around
And I've searched but i haven't found
It only solidified doubt
Caught in the night, endless, no light
The thought of your life, a twist of the knife
I hope you found peace, but I'm losing sight
I only wish I knew the truth
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