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Poem the Black Sea

The Black Sea She waited for me beside a drifting boat upon the Black Sea, where forgotten spirits built their homes from sorrow and unfinished prayers. The ferryman spoke no words. Only stretched his pale hand outward, demanding a toll heavier than gold, heavier than memory itself. Yet the... read more

I call my friend to see if he saved a parking space for me. My friend:

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It's been a good day

I woke up My car started The sun is shining I got a call to move into am new place Friday I found a mostly full pack of cigarettes I feel good Today is going to a good day

I didn't like this poem but yeah

"Silver Riders" "They say I’ve got daddy issues— I just call it poetry in silver. I fall for men who carry time on their skin, who wear wisdom like leather, lined and soft, creased at the edges like maps I long to read. It’s not about shame, not about shadows whispered in smoky bars— No. It’s... read more

My Entertainment system

Gotta say I'm really proud of how this looks now. Backlit everything with RGB because of course I did. I call it Eclipse Lighting! The space is cozy enough to relax and cool enough to play so many console games. The space now also includes a DDR dance pad and my workout equipment.

Poem?

“Ode to the Gentle Giants” "I do not love youth’s fever, its restless fire that burns too quickly, its noise, its desperate need to be seen. I love the quiet thunder of age— the calm storm that whispers through silver hair and softened laughter. Their hair, white as dawn, is not a fading light... read more