"I Want To Be A Dragon."

glad to know people will still be experiencing this video for the first time this daylight savings

Late nights and Would you rathers

There I lie

Within your skin

Within your soul

Which starts to dim

I feed on you

My soul grows strong

While I trick you into thinking

There's nothing wrong

I laugh when you cry

I nourish in your fears

I become alive within you

And learn because I'm near

As time approaches,

Our time to switch

For you to hide, while I get to love

For I am you, and you are I

So, thank you for your mind

Your body and your soul,

I find it very helpful

As you find it time to go

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“The Weight of Unseen Things”

In the quiet hours, where shadows stretch long,

I carry the weight of what’s gone wrong.

Not a weight you can hold, nor a chain you can see,

But the echoes of choices that made me… me.

They whisper at dawn, they linger at night,

A chorus of “what-ifs” that dims every light.

The words I swallowed, the roads not taken,

The promises made, then cruelly forsaken.

Do you feel it too? That invisible strain,

The tug of regret, the ghost of pain?

A smile for the world, a mask so tight,

But inside, the storms wage endless fights.

And yet, within this chaos, a spark still glows,

A small, fragile ember that quietly knows:

We’re stitched by our scars, but not wholly defined,

There’s beauty in breaking and mending in kind.

For every tear shed, there’s a seed to be sown,

A garden of lessons where resilience is grown.

The weight may not vanish, but strength will appear,

In carrying what’s heavy, we conquer our fear.

So here’s to the burden, the ache, the climb,

The fight for meaning through space and time.

We are not alone in this labyrinth of feels,

For what we bury, someone else heals.

And maybe that’s life: a tangle, a dance,

Of holding the pain while giving hope a chance.

So, to you who feels heavy, I see you, I care—

Your heart’s not alone, we’re all anchored there.

- DK

I sit here in my barrel

The world spins on and on

Put the wood atop me

As I try to hold on

As it shakes and spins, and batters me so

Put the lid atop me, so none of it can show

Hide me in the hole at night

So I can no longer see

The world that spins around me

As I try to fall asleep

I wish the storm would get me

And ceise it's fierce goodbye

For as it tatters onwards

My flag can no longer fly

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”

[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]

Dreams to Unfold

hope, he wrote

not a whole poem

but a note in bold

daily diary reminder to his soul

just a simple idea

that words matter

when fighting fear

so he chose, hope

in this pivotal year

when what we hold

is dearer than dear

all we will ever know

that the seeds we sow

grow an intimate garden

flower petals painted gold

dreams waiting to unfold

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©️ @followcb ☆ April 28, 2024