{At the end of the road / Where do I go / Feeling so alone / With nobody to call home} a poem about what happens when one dies.

Progress beckons like a lover, lashes like a master, and haunts you like a ghost. Every step forward costs a piece of who you were before.

The poor man chases glimmers and schemes—fueling a cycle he can’t escape. Every click, coin, and chart just deepens the folly of the dream.

📰 By Palmetto Lyfe News Group “Your next flight could vanish—and no one’s telling you which one yet.”

Trigger warning in all of my writing, as it mostly happens when I am in my head and not in good space. Can possibly include SH themes.

{I'm dreaming of a warm milk sky / The kind you can’t see with a naked eye…} a poem about hoping for things to one day get better.

When love turns dangerous, every secret becomes a weapon. Dark romance meets psychological suspense.

{If I make a funny face / Will you make one too / Or will your fog / Dust up the glass / So I can't see you?} a poem about feeling detached.

The words of a parent can tear you apart as quickly as they can lift you up. Some parents don't even need words, but a simple look.

America's drifting toward collectivism - and 2025's elections made it worse. from New York's socialism to California's chaos, big government's rising while freedom fades.

In this entry of Poet Philosophy, the poem turns inward, listening to the quiet voice that lingers behind words and memories. It reflects on the echoes of past experiences, the feelings carried silently, and how those fragments of the self shape our understanding of life and emotion. Through reflective, lyrical language, the poem invites readers to pause, acknowledge, and dwell in the subtle truths and beauty that exist in quiet moments and inner reflection.

Welcome to Poet Philosophy. This first entry is an intimate exploration of thought and emotion through free-verse poetry. It examines the small and profound moments that shape our lives — the quiet struggles, fleeting insights, and sparks of understanding that remind us why we feel and think as we do. Words are treated here not merely as letters, but as maps of the mind and echoes of the heart. This piece invites readers to reflect, pause, and dwell in the beauty of human experience, setting the tone for a journey of introspection, curiosity, and heartfelt expression. .

This entry is about.... silence..... again, another entry I found in previous journals- As someone who rides the lovely wave of non-verbal communication plenty of the time, silence has become a rock and friend in my life. I hope you feel impacted by the simplicity, I know I sure do!

The nation is inching toward a record-setting government shutdown, and the toll is real: federal workers furloughed, food-aid programs stalled, everyday Americans left hanging.

“They thought it was just a job… until the system broke them.” “Nurses walked out, and the halls finally echoed the truth.”

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Walk into your local store—think of the aisles, bright and stocked, the self-checkout lanes humming, families shopping, customers browsing. That’s the promise of a place like Walmart: affordable everyday essentials for all. But behind that promise lies a mounting problem: theft.

My fiancé challenged me to explore the psychology behind glitter, so here is an analysis for your consideration.

The shutdown isn’t about gridlock — it’s about leverage. Republicans voted 13 times to reopen the government, but Democrats refuse to budge. The math tells the truth the media won’t.

They’ve never been this lost with tech — until AI stepped in. Some senior citizens are tapping into the power of artificial intelligence — while many others feel like the tech train left them behind.