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“Some say love is a choice,But a child should never have to earn it.Your faith damns me, yet your hands cared for me.You love me in memory, but not in truth.You love the child you remember,Not the person standing before you. They say I speak the words that soften even stone,That turn strangers into family,That make the broken feel whole.But the heart that once cradled me—That heart remains…

“A line in the sand. Six planets aligned.What starts the ancient dream? From zero’s breath, a single note—And in that sound, the world floats. Does zero care? Does one feel? Now separated in time and space—A moment here, a moment gone,Yet, all the while, the dance goes on.” —Jet

“Simply lost in my own mind, searching for company.I don’t ask where you come from,Nor what you did, nor who you knew.Instead, I ask— “When was the last time you let your mind wander?” A question not of history, but of heart.“Do you still escape this world,Or has it already caged you?” To ask this is to askIf someone still remembers how to hope.” —Jet

“Let them speak, let them create, A country thrives when voices stay. Some shape nations through decree, But artists forge with memory. In cobbled streets, where echoes ring, A painter hums, a poet sings. Not all wars are fought with steel, Some are waged with what we feel. Some build towers, some build walls, Some shape nations, standing tall. Yet in the quiet, unseen hands, The…

“To the person who cried alone at night, Know your heart still beats. Your pain is real, but so is this— A song, a hope, a love, a kiss.” —Jet

“Love is served in quiet hours, A grand castle where some dance in, Where laughter spills into the night— For those who linger, unafraid of time. A table set, two chairs drawn close, Spilling love before it meets their lips. A drink meant for those who have time to sip, Ocean salt still on my lips, spice on my tongue. To fall in love is a luxury.” —Jet

“A challenge, a request, an invitation. No pressure, are you going to give me something worth writing about? Not every kiss is worth remembering. Will you leave a mark on me, not just in body but in memory? Constantly searching for the story that deserves to be told.” -Jet

“Love is like the sun—You may try to run from its warmth.You spent years escaping love,Yet it moves like the tide.The sun never questions its rise,Nor love its arrival.Even the stars do not escape the sky.Even the river cannot deny the sea.Some things were never accidents—The sky meeting the sea,The moon finding the tide,Your heart stumbling into mine.”—Jet

By Jet Espinosa In a city once hailed as a beacon of knowledge and tolerance, Alexandria drew people from across the ancient world. It was a place where scholars, thinkers, and believers from diverse backgrounds came to share and preserve their wisdom. With libraries that housed invaluable knowledge in science, philosophy, medicine, and the arts, Alexandria was a symbol of progress and…

By Jet Espinosa In a city once hailed as a beacon of knowledge and tolerance, Alexandria drew people from across the ancient world. It was a place where scholars, thinkers, and believers from diverse backgrounds came to share and preserve their wisdom. With libraries that housed invaluable knowledge in science, philosophy, medicine, and the arts, Alexandria was a symbol of progress and…

“I speak to the sun,For leaving me cold when the day was done. Shadows past, In its embrace, all grievances cast. I learn to see, Forgiveness, like the sun, comes naturally.” -Jet

“In childhood days, no guide in sight, I looked to you, my beacon light. Your hand I held, my trust was there, Yet you became my deep despair. Parents shielded me from view, Unsure of how to guide me, too. They hid me, locked inside, Not knowing there’s no place to hide. From you, each day, I felt less, Until I fought for my success. From walking close, side by side, To standing strong…

Pride in retreat, a simple life on quiet feet, Raised in shadows, we forgot to light, Birthdays passed, and Christmas nights. I stayed away, absent on that final day, Learned early not to hope too high, Hopes restrained beneath the sky. Goals ahead, never looking back, Forgot to pause, forgot the track, Forgot to smile, even for a while, For milestones crossed, For goals…

In the realm of dreams, where stars align, Lies a path bathed in cosmic shine. Stardust trails, ethereal and bright, Guide us through the darkness of the night. Each step we take upon this cosmic lane, Ignites our spirit, sets our hearts aflame. With every footfall, we leave a trace, A celestial journey, a sacred space. Through moonlit forests and galaxies untold, Stardust trails unravel…