Serenity Soul

By Jay Catalyst

Yeah— once, long ago, you were mine.

But since then, I’ve built new bridges, found other friends, stitched new threads into my life.

Still… a few tangled strings kept us loosely bound.

I moved on. You didn’t.

I left because I was done— done with the lies, the cheating, the way you twisted truth until I doubted my own reflection.

You made me feel like it was all in my head. So many nights, I almost lost it. So many times, I almost wished I was gone.

Your control sat on a throne where love should’ve been.

But now— I’m alive again. I’m living for me.

And though you say you’re glad to see it, I see the strain behind your smile. Every kind gesture I offer, you treat like a breadcrumb trail back to us.

Santa Claus isn’t my name. My name is Catalyst, babe. And I haven’t changed.

I’m not coming back to the one who preferred to shatter me further instead of helping me rebuild with the pieces I’d already laid bare.

I’m kind by nature— that’s who I am. But don’t confuse compassion for invitation.

Every “good morning” isn’t a door reopening.

No. Emphatically— no.

I care. That’s my power. Even for those who never deserved it.

by Philip Piarrot

The aggregate becomes wildly inappropriate

The sedentary nature of the general misgivings

Speaks urbanite vice to all and sundry...

Living and partially broken reeds

Elicit a come-uppance that is hardly fain

They seek but they shall not find...

Overall the luster is recombinant

The glow makes markers complicit with the rest

The statistics ticker onward

One divulges one’s intentions

In an effort wholly subsidiary to the lament

You could trash the eminent data

Close your eyes to the milquetoast buffoonery

That would work for a while

But what then?

When it comes to your door?

Seek not or you shall find

Is the advice one gives

Close your eyes and focus on other things

Slap yourself silly if that’s what it takes

If Destiny Allows

Two lost souls meet halfway, Wondering how the outside world works, Seeking peace, healing, and dealing with pain. That’s how I met you.

This is not a poem but a confession: At first glance, I never thought you would join my journey— A girl silently wandering, Met a lost soul traveling alone.

I never thought I would let myself meet someone new, Which is you. I suddenly whispered, “She’s out of my league.” But when you smiled, I realized I’d let you join my ride.

Days, weeks, and months of dating— My heart pounds When I whispered, “I love you” for the first time.

Seems perfect—too scared to touch, Afraid to be too much.

However, When two lost souls meet, If they’re not yet healed, Compatibility might be ruined. And it was.

We got lost in translation. I’m a soldier who can take a risk, But not you— Who’s still scared to fight for it.

Two lost souls decide to end their journey together, Will continue to wander separately, Picking up the pieces that are still shattered.

Your gaze following suit of my fingers,

As they slowly strip each garment,

Getting so high on your every reaction,

The soft gasps that leave those lips,

That drives me insane with every kiss,

Feeling myself drip with the way you admire,

Every scar, every mark that lies upon my skin,

Making me feel desirable every time,

The need becoming almost intolerable,

There isn't a minute that I want to waste...

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