I just don't know why some people bully others like they own them , like they don't have emotions feelings in their heart they don't know how much victim is suffering , they just enjoy their sufferings like it just kind of joke they heard they just don't know how much they beg them not to hurt them like their is no humanity left here and people just enjoying to see others suffer , the pain they gave us they don't know how many sleepless nights they give us the pain we etch in ourself to end our lives just to get one day without any pain where there will be no sufferings no pain they have to endure . Maybe we have to show them how much it hurts so they don't do this in future nor our future generations , but i always think will they change ? will they refuse their children not to hurt anyone not to take it as a joke will they say don't take anyone's life in a game we are not here to play with their lives will they say this ? will they understand us how much we suffer and how much we are suffering till now , maybe we can't forget this part of our life till death because it still haunts us like a nightmare where no one takes stand for us or never be . STOP TAKING LIVES AS JOKE NO ONE DESERVES THIS HELL ........

The world’s on fire in a three piece suit, Smiling on camera while it steals the truth. Kids learn fear before they learn grace, And nobody looks anybody in the face. Bombs fall somewhere every damn day, While strangers online just scroll away. Politicians argue, billionaires grin, And the poor keep paying for all of their sins. The oceans rise while the forests choke, Half the world’s starving, half numb from smoke. Everybody shouting, nobody hears, Drowning in outrage and recycled fears. We traded front porches for glowing screens, Lost ourselves somewhere inside machines. People want love but settle for likes, Building fake kingdoms from hashtags and hype. And still somehow, through all the mess, A tired mother gets her child dressed. A man walks his dog to survive one more day, A poet still sits down with something to say. Because chaos is loud But the human heart is stubborn too. It keeps lighting candles In storms it already knows It cannot control. And maybe that’s the miracle. Not that the world is sane But that some of us Still choose kindness anyway A pause, A breath By Jason Strickland

Heat of the moment Tongues fiery torch Burns victims, stinky scorch Heat of the moment Feelings are hurt sadly Feelings get crushed badly Heat of the moment Words have open wounds Salt poured in the ruins Heat of the moment Sorry, you apologize Each time part of you dies Heat of the moment Kiss, makeup once more Still stings from before Heat of the moment Take a few to be quiet Say what’s wrong ? No, say what’s right Heat if the moment Has time to cool, think Now you grow not shrink CDK 05-11-2026

Donna challenged me to draw a eye and write a poem for it. I think I did pretty good. I challenge you to write poem about this drawing

All lifelong seems we are compared Maybe because of a talent, maybe not Maybe because we do things differently We are contrasted rather than compared. Our thoughts, our behaviors, even habits Has the comparison ever made you feel Less? Condescending comments flying in Condemned because you have your ways Today, I wish to speak with all honesty I do not write like others, I am not them I don’t have the same thoughts most likely I don’t concentrate on others thoughts I want to be all original. Yes others think Others will write, but from different perspectives With different attitudes, unique experiences. Don’t allow comparisons or contrast To change who you are as an individual We are all created differently, intentionally Enjoy others work, read it, praise it Don’t allow it to take from your creativity Use your voice, your ideas, your passions Be who you were created to be, fully CDK 5-11-2026