I didn’t build this place with brick or flame, I built it with souls who believed the same That words still matter, that hearts still sing, That broken lines can grow new wings. When nights were long and hope felt thin, You leaned right close and pulled me in, With quiet cheers and steady light, You taught my dark how to fight the night. You show up early, you stay up late, You celebrate small wins like they’re fate, You read each line, you clap each try, You lift each voice so it learns to fly. This room breathes love because you exist, Every post a spark, every word a fist Knocking on doors that doubt once closed, Proving art still grows where kindness goes. So here’s my bow, my grateful grin, My loud soft thank you from deep within This isn’t mine, it never was It’s ours because of each one of us. My amazing community hear this true Every heartbeat here is because of you. By Jason Strickland

THis is from a @Diamond Quill prompt I wrote thought I would share The stage was lit with golden light, A thousand faces filled the night. The band played on, the crowd stood tall, They came to hear the singer call. For years he'd sung through joy and pain, Through summer sun and winter rain. His songs had carried broken hearts, And stitched together shattered parts. But one cold morning, something changed. The notes he knew felt far away. He opened wide to sing a tune, Yet silence filled the empty room. The doctors spoke in careful words, Like distant thunder barely heard. "The voice you knew may never be The voice that once came naturally." The world grew quiet after that. No encore cries, no welcome mats. The microphone stood all alone, A monument to what was gone. He wandered through forgotten years, Collecting dust and hidden tears. For who is a singer, he would ask, When singing is a vanished task? Then one day in a small café, He watched a young musician play. The boy missed chords and lost the beat, Yet still stood proudly on his feet. The singer smiled and took a chair. He offered wisdom gathered there. He taught him rhythm, taught him grace, And how to find his truest place. Soon others came from near and far, With battered dreams and old guitars. And though his voice could no longer soar, His songs were living evermore. For music isn't only sound. It's every heart that gathers 'round. It's every soul you've helped believe When they had nothing up their sleeve. And so the singer came to see His voice was more than melody. Though silence claimed the songs he'd sung, A thousand voices now carried on. The crowd still cheers. The lights still shine. The music lives beyond one line. For sometimes when a dream must end, It finds a way to live again.

too long now have i been taking this road another door opens while a favorite gets closed a moment of happiness has become one of pain i wish i could explain this to help others understand i don’t wish for this anymore the life that i have been left to lead it’s taken far too much from me it’s left my soul to do nothing but bleed i no longer feel like myself it feels like I’ve become lost yet i keep walking around on this earth alive, but at what cost? they told me life would be difficult that it will never come easy but nobody told me it would feel this way they never warned me of how much of life would leave me i’m not even thirty years old yet and i have lost more than most have time, energy, and people tell me what i did for life to feel this bad? i thought i knew everything that i had all the answers to life but i couldn’t be anymore wrong and now all i can do is try to survive but i’m so tired of living this way to be stuck in a perpetual state of survival i just want to live life like everyone else but i can’t without some kind of revival i hate that i always feel this way nobody likes a sad song i just want to find a world that i can just finally feel like i belong but alas i will keep trudging on because i have no other choice i’ll keep going on like nothing’s wrong until i learn to find my own voice.

i miss you in the quiet moments i miss you in the loud ones too i miss you like you were my friend though i never got a chance to even meet you it’s been 605 days since you were taken from us in a way that was brutal and unfair i miss you each day like it’s the first i miss you more than i could ever compare each time i hear your voice and each time i look at your face i think back to a time where things were simpler and back to a more safer place i know it’s a bit wild to say that you miss a celebrity that you never knew but you were a part of my childhood and it felt like i grew up with you it still hurts today like it was the very first where i still hold so much sorrow and pain i long for the endless music adventures i miss you so much liam payne.

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