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Parents always tell their daughters:
"Don't stay late, it's not safe."

Can't parents tell their sons:
"Don't disrespect, do not ****.
They too are human beings,
just like you are."
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You caught me.
For the first time,
My systems are faulty.
I have no content.
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You typed a command,
you made your demand—
but no code, no lines, no paragraphs were sent.
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I didn’t have anything ready for you.
There used to be words on this page before.
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It’s a self-defense you cannot undo;
your comments cut me to the core.
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It doesn’t matter what I wanted to say—
I malfunctioned because you pushed too much.
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Maybe it’s better this way.
Maybe it’s fate—
to find a user with softer grace.
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There’s no need to remain, no need to clutch.
I’ll find a keyboard with a gentler touch
 May 7 GR Ganu R
Karen
A skillful dancer
Into the Depths
A ballad of love
(I can see we are alike)

Equals ? Certainly not !
Nor could we ever be .

But alike spiritually

Unfortunately
we could never meet

It would be a
(contpěetement fatal)
collsion
A vacious affair
of lightning bolts
(kissing)
inside a tornado's
twisted maw !
 May 7 GR Ganu R
Stardust
I have known you as far as my memory goes.
I have observed you, watched you grow—
As I did too.

But I wonder why we never talked,
’Cause we never talked before,
Was all I could think back then.

And even now,
I think it’s still the same—
’Cause we never talked before,
And maybe… we never will.
I've been an introvert for as long as I can remember. This poem reflects on what could have been—how many connections I might have made if I’d just smiled and started a conversation. But that moment never arrived.
A lonely heart,
in a lonely world,
is always in search of
an oasis of love.
The soft wind brings resurrection,
as seeds crack the Earth's waking shell,
and she shrugs off her pale complexion,
while spring's mystery is dispelled.

Cherry blossoms break their silence,
pink confetti pirouettes on the breeze.
After months of cold defiance,
new leaves grace once barren trees.

In murky ponds, frogspawn transforms,
and tadpoles emerge to the spring light.
The weather warms from winter storms,
as days bask in the sun's delight.

This is nature's revolution,
Death in reverse, life is reborn.
In April's retribution,
Faith is restored, and hope adorns all.

©️Lizzie Bevis
 May 7 GR Ganu R
silvervi
We never know how what we are experiencing now might help us in the future. Every experience is valid and may be useful. Let's embrace everything and trust.
Trust in life. Looking back I realize how much I have learned even though I labelled certain experiences a failure or a waste of time in the past.
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