Revenge- A dish best served cold, or atleast that’s what the world says. The sweet satisfaction of seeing a persons life fall apart, the pain and misery riqoshaying back to them especially, if done by our hands. The hearts flutter and the smirk. But, do we think about the moral implications of doing that? Do we think about the prison our soul is trapped in seeing how we react? Will this end in more pain in the long term when you see the light? Game is game no matter the fight. However, you get to choose between right and wrong at the end of the day. Which voice do you listen to?

Who does one talk with at night? The us that isn’t us. The thoughts that we don’t want as our own, the good and bad, the negative and positive.

Some gifts aren’t wrapped in ribbons or bought in stores.
They come in silence, in stillness, in soul.
This poem is a reminder of the treasures we carry within—
grace, peace, love, and light.

Real eyes realize the pain, sorrow, suffering of other humans. Understanding your eyes are within. Sight vs Insight.

The Crashout of a person is real. The anger that comes with it makes a persons humanity get weaker and weaker with each one. Wanting to hurt the same way you’ve been hurt if not more. The vindication of a crash out……is it really worth it in the end?

The memories of a loved one

Reflect and bask in the emotional elements

Both past and now

When memory aches, it teaches. “Memories Learn” is a poem of reflection, pain, and healing.