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The Ghost of You Still Haunts My Days

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The ghost of you still haunts my days,
A phantom limb, a lingering gaze.
Our fractured bond, a shattered pane,
Reflecting loss, and endless rain.

I know I erred, my flaws laid bare,
But can’t you see I truly care?
I’ve changed, I’ve grown, I’ve learned the cost,
Yet still I cling to what is lost.

Why can’t you see beyond the past?
Forgive the hurt, let healing cast
A balm upon the wounds we share,
And mend the rift with loving care?

My mind replays each cherished scene,
Our laughter shared, a joyful sheen.
But memories mock, a cruel embrace,
A constant ache, an empty space.

I know I should move on, forget,
But your shadow lingers, a silhouette.
Obsessed, I trace your every line,
A prisoner of this love of mine.

Release me, please, from this despair,
Or grant me one more chance to share
The person I have come to be,
And find redemption, set me free.

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A Friendship Lost, Without a Trace.

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The years have spun, a tangled thread,
Where once we walked, now shadows tread.
A friendship forged in youthful fire,
Consumed by ash of angry pyre.

My fault, I know, in part I own,
The careless word, the selfish tone.
But blame, like dust, on both our hands,
A shared mistake on shifting sands.

I’ve grown since then, the lessons learned,
The sharp edges of anger burned.
Forgiveness blooms where grudges slept,
But chances lost, the distance kept.

A silent plea, unheard, unseen,
A whispered hope, “What might have been?”
The door stands closed, the lock in place,
A friendship lost, without a trace.

And though I yearn to bridge the gap,
The path is blocked, a missing map.
Acceptance now, the final plea,
To mend the cracks within me.

A Soul Connection, in This Lonely Space.

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The quiet hum of an empty room,
Aching with silence, shrouded in gloom.
A longing for laughter, a shared embrace,
A soul connection, in this lonely space.

To find a friend, a kindred spirit true,
Whose words bring comfort, whose thoughts shine through.
Someone to message, without a second thought,
Whose conversations leave my spirit caught.

To share the mundane, the dreams, the fears,
To wipe away the lonely, silent tears.
A bond unbreakable, a trust so deep,
Knowing my secrets, they’ll forever keep.

But fear whispers doubts, a constant refrain,
“Will I be too much? Will they feel the strain?”
The need for connection battles the dread,
Of being a burden, words left unsaid.

Yet hope flickers still, a tiny flame,
That somewhere out there, someone feels the same.
A yearning for friendship, a hand to hold,
A story waiting, waiting to unfold.

They Leave, They Return

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A friend, I thought, a bond so true,
A shared laugh, a knowing view.
But shadows fall, and anger flares,
Leaving silence, and empty chairs.

They leave, they go, a slammed door’s sound,
A gaping hole in solid ground.
Then back they come, with outstretched hand,
As if no chasm spanned the land.

Close they draw, with whispered plea,
To mend the bridge, just you and me.
But fear takes hold, a whispered doubt,
How to trust when hearts fall out?

Kindness calls, a gentle guide,
To offer grace, to turn the tide.
But wounds remain, a fragile scar,
A fear of falling, near or far.

To build anew, on shifting sand,
A house of cards, at their command.
The yearning heart, a hopeful plea,
For lasting bonds, for you and me.

Yet cycles turn, the pattern set,
A bitter taste of what you get.
The push, the pull, the constant ache,
But you never let go, you never give up.

The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle

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Holding On Too Tight

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A heart that yearns, a soul entwined,
A bond unbroken, a steadfast mind.
I cling to friendship, a precious art,
But fear’s cold fingers tear us apart.

I offer solace, a listening ear,
A shoulder to lean on, dispelling fear.
Yet, in my grip, a tightening hold,
A suffocating love, a story untold.

I push and pull, a constant strife,
Afraid to lose, yet fearing life.
The ones I cherish, I hold too tight,
Afraid of darkness, a fearful night.

I long for closeness, a genuine bond,
But fear consumes, a heavy load.
I’ll learn to loosen, to let go free,
To love without chains, wild and carefree.

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Please Help a Wonderful Friend

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She is one of my oldest and dearest friends. Anything you can do to help would be appreciated.

Hello, my name is Michie. I’m reaching out because I’m in need of a new gaming PC and monitor, a lifeline for me in ways that go beyond simple entertainment. You see, I’ve been struggling with severe major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, and panic disorder for as long as I can remember. The road has been long, and there have been times when the weight felt like too much to carry—I’ve even attempted to take my life twice. But each day, I continue to push forward because I know my family, my three wonderful children, and two young grandchildren, need me here.

The support I receive through medication and therapy helps, but every day is still a battle. There are so few things that bring me a sense of peace and relief from my struggles, but I’ve found that immersing myself in RPG games allows me to escape and breathe a bit easier, even if just for a moment. I was once an avid reader, but after rounds of shock therapy, it’s difficult to follow a plot like I used to. I miss reading deeply, but for now, gaming has been my respite, offering a small escape from the overwhelming nature of everyday life.

Unfortunately, living on a fixed SSI income makes it hard to save for something special like a gaming setup. It may seem small to some, but having this outlet can genuinely make a difference for me, giving me a bit more strength to face each day.

If you find it in your heart to contribute, no matter how small, you’d be helping a single mom and grandmother who’s simply trying to stay connected, stay hopeful, and keep going. Your kindness and generosity would mean the world to me, and I would be forever grateful. Thank you so very much for reading my story and for any support you might offer.

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A Cutting Sneer

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A Cutting Sneer

A barbed remark, a cutting sneer,
A thoughtless jab, a cruel career.
Their words like daggers, sharp and keen,
Piercing through my armor, unseen.

I long to strike back, to give as good,
To show them that I’m understood.
To prove my worth, to make them see,
That I’m no pushover, wild and free.

But then I pause, I take a breath,
And realize their words are death.
To their unkindness, I’ll not bend,
But I won’t stoop to be their friend.

For in their rudeness, they reveal,
A heart that’s empty, cold, and cruel.
Their words may sting, but they will pass,
While I stand strong, beneath their mass.

A Peaceful Haven

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A Peaceful Haven

In quiet moments, when the world is still,
A peaceful haven, where the soul can thrill.
Amidst the chaos, a tranquil space,
Where worries fade, and joy takes place.

With every breath, a calming sigh,
A sense of peace, that soars on high.
Strength within, a guiding light,
Dispelling darkness, making all things right.

In solitude, a connection found,
With nature’s beauty, all around.
A harmony within, a peaceful state,
Where hope endures, and love is great.

Collapsing

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“Life has been hectic lately. I usually write poetry when I’m feeling down, but this summer has been especially challenging. Between helping my kids, graduate school, and surgery, I’ve been a bit of a mess. I had a hysterectomy in June, and the loss of hormones has taken a toll on me. Thankfully, they’ve started hormone therapy, but my body needs more time to adjust. This is how I’m feeling at the moment. I hope things improve soon.”

Collapsing

Beneath my feet, the earth begins to quake,
A trembling fear, a soul that starts to break.
The world, it seems, is crumbling all around,
And I alone am causing all the sound.

A weight of guilt, a crushing, heavy load,
A prisoner of fear, alone and lost, abroad.
The sky above, once clear and bright and blue,
Now darkens, filled with shadows, cold and new.

I reach for hope, a beacon in the night,
But find it dimmed, extinguished by the fright.
The world’s collapse, a burden I must bear,
A heavy cross, a fate that’s cruel and unfair.