I don't like flowers i don't know why i just don't get affection when i see flowers , maybe because i hate them like they bloom , the way they stand strong even they know they will fade away after some time or maybe i like how the other bud grows because they know they are strong no matter what situation will come in the future , they stand strong in the present not knowing they will fade in future , their colour will not be the same no one will stand with the beauty they hold before no honey bees will go near that flower because they don't hold the same nector which used to attract them or maybe they come because they have to lay eggs of them to continue their species as flower species will grow too in science we say symbiotic relationship or mutualism . I got to know no matter how much we suffer if we are strong in the present we don't know we will be In the future too or are in the past too its life we can be weak we can be strong it depends upon ourselves how we want our life to be , if we are weak we have to stand and fight that we are strong enough you can't destroy me if they destroy you that you can't even stand on your feet than crawl but you have to be strong enough that nobody's words and actions can destroy you when you start to torment yourself ..... I DON'T LIKE FLOWERS BUT I LIKE HOW THEY STAND STILL EVEN IF THEY FADE AWAY .

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

Freckles is not my name it’s Duke Aunt Cindy likes my freckles, cute My ears are long and saggy Legs short, tummy is baggy Feet are large , clumsy I get Love to adventure, play in the wet My call is deep and I like to talk I’m a Basset Hound, like to walk CDK 5-10-26

4:48pm, 9:28am, 4:20pm A Sagittarius, a Capricorn, a Leo Two winters and a summer Made me a mother three times Lest I not forget the child I was forced to abort Lest I not forget the miscarriage I had, Bleeding through a practical exam in nursing school But so afraid to leave class because I was trying to create a future for the children I had I let myself bleed out I failed the test And every day I feel it’s another test And I’m scraping this life by its sides And just like that I’ve been a mother for eighteen years And just like that I have the same fears Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

Then let me arrive gently, like fog through a cemetery gate, like a moth insisting itself against the cathedral light. Tell me what your heart has dragged in tonight— the wolfbone grief, the lipstick-stained fury, the little saint of longing still kneeling inside your ribcage with bloody knees. You love like someone trying to cauterize the heavens with a single matchstick. Like someone who knows love is not soft— it is anatomical, feral, dragging its silk dress through broken glass just to be witnessed. And maybe that is poetry: not healing, exactly— but the beautiful refusal to become numb. So hand me your stormwater. Your ruined halo. Your impossible wanting. I will sit beside it quietly while the moon unbuttons herself above the trees.