Title: Raw in depth These are poems that aren't just an anthology; it is a heartbeat, a pulse,a raw unfiltered expression of the human condition. A landscape marked by shadows of depression, fire of anger,the whirlwind of bipolar disorder, and the lingering echos of trauma. It is a story of battles with addiction and abuse, moments consumed by mania, and of the quiet yet profound ache of growth. This is not just my story but an invitation to step into the kaleidoscope of human emotion, to feel the sting of my brokenness and the courage of my rebuilding. From the tender age of adolescents to the weathered but resilient spirit of adulthood. These poems capture the essence of what it means to struggle, fall,and to rise again. This is a journey through the depths of my mind and the heights of my soul.

After fourteen years together and finally getting married, Marcus and Tierra expect stability — instead, they drift into emotional silence. Marcus, a former entrepreneur turned 9–5 employee, shoulders the family’s daily responsibilities while quietly grieving the freedom and income he once had. Tierra, reeling from the loss of her job and sense of identity, withdraws into drinking, smoking, and avoidance. Their intimacy fades. Celebrations stop. Conversations become transactional. When Tierra’s teenage son runs away after witnessing the growing tension at home, the fragile foundation of their marriage is exposed. Told without heroes or villains, Slow Motion explores pride, partnership, and the quiet unraveling of love — asking whether marriages fall apart in one moment… or slowly, over time.

If you’ve ever wondered how wealthy people make money even when they’re not actively working, the answer is simple: assets + automation. Here are some of the most popular platforms people use to make their money work for them — legally and strategically.

• Warm bassline (subtle but emotional) • Soft electric piano or analog synth • Minimal percussion: • muted kick • rim click or snap • light hi-hats (half-time feel) • Atmospheric pads that breathe

Subject Panel discussion moderated by Amy Harmon at World Science Festival on synthesizing human genomes (HGP-write context) Primary voices in the record George Church, Drew Endy, S. Matthew Liao (with New York University), Gregory Kaebnick (with The Hastings Center) 1. Executive summary Your transcript shows a classic “capability outruns governance” pattern. The scientific case presented is not “we can build a whole human tomorrow.” It is “we are driving costs down and scaling genome writing so that a platform will exist.” Once that platform exists, the panel agrees that the ethical surface expands fast: germline use, enhancement, coercion, inequality, and biosecurity.

How bird and bat deaths can ripple into insects, crops, and daily life Wind turbines kill birds and bats. That part is already in the public debate. What gets ignored is my next question: What happens after we remove insect-eaters from a landscape?

Area #1 garden. We learned some gardeners use mulch or straw to prevent pests and weeds. This year we are putting down a tarp before placing straw.

1. Montessori Education 2. Difference between Daycare vs Montessori Education 3. My own personal story about my twins and the type of education they had and as a result to were they are now in their lives.

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A reflective poem about the difference between performed love and genuine love. It explores how someone can say all the right things, appear gentle and safe, yet still leave emotional emptiness behind—revealing that real love is proven not by words, but by what remains when the performance ends.

A young girl is manipulated into silence through coercion disguised as a “trade,” learning far too early how fear can become routine. This poem explores the lasting psychological impact of childhood trauma, the way survival can mean disappearing, and how commands to stay quiet can echo long into adulthood.

It was a hell of a way to die. Not blood-on-the-pavement die. Not sirens-screaming die. I died respectable. Respectability will smooth your edges down so neat you won’t even feel the blood leaving. They take your volume first. Then your questions. Then your body. And every correction is a small funeral. But here’s what they don’t expect: resurrection. Because I am done attending my own burials.

In spirituality, there are more than one afterlife. Those who practice full spectrum spirituality may have heard of the The Sands of Time. This is my take of The Sands of Time.

A poem I wrote recently. Relates to my own life and mental health. I write on a daily basis. I started creating poems at a young age.

For those who don’t know, Fermi’s Paradox is this: There are a vast number of stars in the galaxy. There are many planets around those stars, and many of them are absolutely within the Goldilocks zone, the area where life can exist.

Handball has went from a game about stamina, and endurance, to becoming a sorry excuse for pathetic men who need to prove their manhood through a brutal game. When they aren't throwing their own two tiny balls in people's faces, they are throwing each others balls on court.

Written during coivd-19, where as New Yorker we were devoid of sharing the integral part of our personalities, by revealing our full facial expressions, including our smiles, since it was being blocked by our masks. Some pro-vaxers, who were very concerned and extreme of safe guarding themselves, doubled if not trippled their masks to cover their entire faces. Creating a huge civil debate in American society, of how far vaacination, masking, and social distancing was necessary in keeping everyone healthy and safe. I also wanted to comment on fake smiles, an insincere gestures, and all of us sometime being fooled, naïve, and worried if the person smiling at us is masking their true sentiments about us, or hiding something else they are going through. While the poor expectation to exude happiness the majority of the time, so others can feel comfortable in our presence, with all the array of emotions we display, where we are expected to only smile on camera, even if we are not feeling it.

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Chapter I Keeper of the Flame Alexandria — The Whisper Beneath the Scrolls The first time the symbol appeared in this life, it was not in a dream. It was on concrete. Spray-painted in faded gold along the side of an abandoned brick building near the river — a place I used to walk when I needed to clear my head. The area wasn’t sacred. It wasn’t historical. It was just quiet. But that night, something felt charged. I had gone there after an argument — heart racing, mind restless, feeling like the world around me was shifting faster than I could ground into it. The sky was heavy with low clouds, streetlights flickering against the water. And then I saw it. A circle. Inside it, a single vertical line. Through the line, three short horizontal marks. Not random graffiti. Too deliberate. Too precise. The paint was metallic — not bright, but reflective, like someone wanted it to catch light only at certain angles. My breath slowed. Because I knew it. Not from this lifetime.

I love poetry and writing but never knew I wanted to write myself, because I was scared of what others would think <3