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Love is just a lie, it is all pain and misery BY: Aiden Kirchner Poetry In shadows deep, where darkness takes its hold, There lies a tale of love, profound and bold. Yet, words may paint a mask upon the face, For love is but a riddle, in secret's embrace. Love, a paradox, in its delicate guise, An enigmatic force that sets hearts alight, Yet hidden 'neath the surface, lies despair, The pain and misery that love may bear. In passion's throes, oh, how love's embers gleam, Igniting hearts, as if in joy's sweet dream. But as the flames rise high, so too the price, The sting of tears and wounds, oh love's device. For love is just a lie, an illusion's dance, It paints a vivid picture with love's trance, Yet in disappointment's grip, we often find, That love can be a cruel, relentless bind. The ache, the anguish, love's somber tune, A melody of heartbreak played all too soon. From moments cherished, to shattered dreams, Love's bitter taste upon our soul it streams. But should we turn away, and love forsake? Give up on all the bonds that hearts may make? Nay, dear friend, for love, in all its pain, Holds power to transform, and heal again. For though love may wound, it also gifts delight, In tenderest embrace, it conjures feelings bright. Through trials and through tears, we find our worth, Discerning in that journey, love's true birth. So let us not see love as pain alone, But as a poignant tale, uniquely sown. For love is but a lie, yet holds the key, To growth, to grace, to boundless empathy. In realizing love's duality, we see, That pain and joy, entwined, shall ever be. And though its path may bring us to our knees, Love's intricate design, our souls appease.
MY DRUG ADDICTION STORY BY: Aiden Kirchner Poetry In the shadowed corners of a weary soul, A tragic tale of addiction does unfold Like a tempest's grip, it tightens day by day, A dance with demons, where hope begins to sway. Once a vibrant spirit, now lost in the haze, A whisper of anguish, a relentless maze. Through tear-stained eyes, the world becomes a blur, The searching heart, longing for a cure. In veins entwined, the venomous chains entice, A cruel seduction, a haunting sacrifice. Each throbbing heartbeat, a battle yet fought, As the siren's call drowns out reason's thought. Oh, the allure of a fleeting escape, As reality's grip begins to reshape. The tingling rush, a momentary bliss, Burying the pain, a tender, stolen kiss. But oh, what a price this fragile soul pays, A fading ember, ablaze in a desperate haze. Lost dreams and shattered promises lie in its wake, As the spirit withers, stifled by a toxic ache. Yet amidst the wreckage, a flicker of light, A sliver of hope, shining through the night. When darkness seems eternal, a hand reaches out, An anchor of love dispelling shadows of doubt. To those who struggle, hear this poet's plea, You are not defined by your addiction's decree. In your journey's depths, remember you're not alone, There's beauty in redemption, seeds of strength yet sown. For every broken heart yearning to mend, A story of resilience, waiting to transcend. With the power of love and a spirit reborn, Your battle scars shall guide you, like wings newly worn. So rise, dear soul, from the depths that bind, Unfurl your wings, let your spirit unwind. Embrace the healing, embrace the fight, Illuminate the darkness with your eternal light. My wall is now 30 feet high, 2 feet thick and rigged with explosives. Good luck to anyone trying to tear that one down. Behind every cigarette Behind every drink Is a man who is ready to give up. He has been pushed aside by the ones he loved, his hard work criticized, and betrayed by love. All he can do is look for a distraction in the smoke.
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 Good Morning, wednesday is hump day In the golden realm of dawn’s embrace, Wednesday emerges with gentle grace. A beacon between midweek’s weary sighs, It stands as a bridge with hopeful skies. Good morning, Wednesday, hump day they say, A midpoint where burdens find their way. But let us not view it with weary eyes, For in this day, potential quietly lies. Upon this day, let us find the strength, To conquer hurdles, go to any length. For Wednesday's hump, a stepping stone, A chance to prove that we have grown. Embrace the moment, with heart unbowed, Let joy and passion be fiercely plowed. For in this day, dreams can be pursued, And life’s sweet mysteries can be imbued. So let us welcome dawn's sweet rebirth, On this hump day, our spirits unearth. With every breath, let hope and light bloom, As Wednesday whispers, "cast away all gloom." Good morning, Wednesday, hump day we name, Let's dance through challenges without shame. For as you rise, so too, we shall ascend, In this day, our resilience we will extend.
Good Morning, exhausted, and feel drugged BY: Aiden Bean Kirchner In the realm of dawning light, where dreams disperse, A weary soul awakens, feeling none the worse. With heavy eyelids and a mind that's fogged, Good Morning, exhausted, and feel drugged. The night held secrets, whispers soft and low, As slumber's grasp on sanity did bestow. But with the break of dawn, reality returns, Dragging weary limbs 'neath the weight it adjourns. Oh, endless night, wrapped in a restless embrace, A realm that entices with visions, whispered in space. And oh, relentless morn, demanding an entrance, With sunbeams that pierce, leaving little chance To revel in the silence of a peaceful rest, As responsibilities stir, leaving one pressed. The somber dance begins, a symphony askew, Good Morning, exhausted, how do you do? Each step feels like a battle, a herculean chore, Yet the world awaits outside the bedroom door. The weight of weariness hangs upon your frame, But the morning persists, and life calls your name. Oh, how sweet it is, to surrender to the night, To let dreams carry us, in slumber's gentle flight. But we rise, we persist, with burdens to bear, For it is through weariness, that strength we share. So, Good Morning, exhausted, and feel drugged, Embrace the weariness, like a cloak that's snug. For in these weary moments, we find our solace, And in the struggle, life's truest gifts will promise. GOOD EVENING
  My girlfriend, she is so beautiful In the realm of boundless beauty, where words fail, There lies a vision that surpasses all tales, A poet's lexicon, no verse can describe, My love, my muse, with grace that can't be denied. Her eyes, twin diamonds, radiant and bright, Reflecting galaxies, igniting the night, They carry the stories of a thousand skies, A symphony of stardust, my heart's paradise. Her smile, a sunbeam in the darkest storm, Melting walls around me, keeping me warm, Its gentle curve, a potion to heal, A resplendent masterpiece, so surreal. Her voice, a melody that serenades my soul, A dulcet whisper that makes me whole, With every word, my heart takes flight, Lost in the enchantment, of love's pure delight. Her touch, an ethereal caress on my skin, A gentle symphony, awakening within, Every brush, a sonnet whispered in silence, Igniting passions, burning with brilliance. Her beauty, a tapestry woven with grace, A masterpiece of nature's whimsical embrace, Each brushstroke forms a portrait divine, A living poetry, forever entwined. My muse, my enchantress, a vision rare, Beyond the realms where words may dare, In you, I find solace, a world unexplored, My beautiful girlfriend, forever adored.
In the evening my demons come out to play By: Aiden Kirchner Poetry In the evening's embrace, my demons appear, Emerging from shadows, their presence so clear. With whispered voices, they dance in the night, Unveiling their darkness, yielding no respite. They paint the canvas of my troubled mind, Stirring secrets kept hidden, impossible to find. Their spirits entangle, like a web in my soul, A haunting symphony, beyond my control. Voices clamor, echoes resound, As memories unravel, chaos profound. They play their games, in the depths of my heart, With every flickering flame, they tear me apart. They taunt and they prod, these relentless foes, Feasting on fears, like a venom that flows. Yet in their torment, a strange seduction I find, A surreal solace, that intertwines. For within the darkness, a glimmer appears, A flicker of truth, amidst the tears. Through battles fought inward, I'm forced to see, The strength in my demons, the depths they seek. In the evening's surrender, my demons take flight, And I'm left with lessons, learned in the night. For though they're unsettling, these creatures of strife, They shape my existence, they sculpt my life. So, I'll welcome my demons, when twilight does fall, Embracing their presence, both mighty and small. For in their haunting songs and unsettling play, I discover the depths of my being, in twilight's sway. Sign of the times, heart is lonely BY: AIDEN KIRCHNER POETRY In the depths of a world disconnected, Where signs of the times are oft neglected, One heart beats in a melody of sorrow, Lonely, yearning for a brighter tomorrow. Silent echoes fill the vacant streets, Whispers of dreams tangled in defeat, Lost in solitude's chilling embrace, A longing heart seeks solace and grace. Through the haze of darkness, hope prevails, A flickering flame, it never fails, In every whisper of the wind we hear, A symphony of longing, pure and sincere. The sign of the times may be one of despair, But within the heart, love's flame is rare, For in solitude, the seed of strength does grow, Nourishing the soul as the heart learns to glow. Oh, lonely heart, fear not the unknown, For in each moment, a universe is sown, Seek the solace in the depths of your being, And let the sign of the times become freeing. Let the melody of your heart unfold, A symphony of hope, untamed and bold, Together we shall rise, hand in hand, Conquering the darkness that veils the land. So, in the midst of this chaotic rhyme, Believe that love can heal and transmute time, For within the lonely heart's tender embrace, A sign of the times, a sacred space.
Sick of trying, forget love BY: AIDEN KIRCHNER POETRY In the depths of weary hearts, Where hope and passion once did start, There lies a soul, tired and worn, Aching for love, now forlorn. Sick of trying, the spirit cries, With tear-streaked cheeks and heavy sighs, Once believed in love's sweet embrace, Now longing for its cold embrace. Oh, forgotten dreams, where have you gone? Lost in a world misled and wrong, The heart, once open, now shut tight, Shielding itself from love's cruel fight. Yet in this darkness, a glimmer shines, A flicker of hope that still aligns, For in surrender's tender release, A newfound strength finds inner peace. Forget the love that caused such pain, Breathe in the freedom, break the chains, For in self-love, a phoenix rises, Stronger, wiser, a soul that surprises. May your spirit find solace's shore, Where love unfolds as never before, Release the burdens, let them go, Embrace the healing that time does bestow. Sick of trying? Let love forget, In self-discovery, find your reset, For within you, an infinite grace, A love that no one can ever erase.   Some people describe loneliness as the feeling we have when our need for social contact and relationships isn't met. But loneliness isn't the same as being alone. You may feel content without much contact with other people. But others may find this a lonely experience. Some people may only feel lonely at certain times.
 LONELY AND TIRED OF LIFE Lonely and tired of life, I wander aimlessly through the night. No one to hold, no one to care, I feel as if nobody is there. The stars above twinkle bright, But offer no comfort, no respite. The wind howls a mournful tune, Echoing my heart's lonely gloom. I long for a shining light, To guide me through this endless night. A hand to hold, a friend to share, Someone to show me that they care. But for now I am alone, In this darkness I must atone. For the wounds that cut so deep, And the memories I cannot keep. Lonely and tired of life, Yet I cling to the faintest hope. That someday, someone will come To ease this pain, and help me cope.
 
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   MY BEST FRIEND MIA'S DOG, PEDRO 
 
Schizophrenia sucks. This is the kind of shit I see in my head. This is a depiction of me, some of these AI photos are supposed to be me.
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MIA & I ON HER BIRTHDAY - TODAY - 25 JUNE 2023 
 MIA AND HER HUSBAND ON HER BIRTHDAY IN THE WOODS
SELFIES OF ME - AIDEN D. KIRCHNER
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MY GIRLFRIEND AMAYA WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER 2 MONTHS 
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Joey Votto's postgame interview
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Tonight's Reds-Braves game is officially SOLD OUT
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The food behind the team. Learn how our Executive Chef, Cody Kramer, and kitchen staff help prepare the team for success on matchdays and beyond in the first episode of Training to Win, pres. by Mercy Health.
Today would have been my dad's birthday. He would have been 72 I think mom said.
Happy Birthday in Heaven daddy Harvey Bean 23 June 1948 — i love you and I miss you so freaking much it hurts. You are my hero.
 Tarot Card Reading Wheel of Fortune  The Wheel of Fortune is a Major Arcana Card that represents the cyclical nature of life, fate and destiny, and changes beyond our control. It signifies that life goes through natural cycles of ups and downs, and that change is a constant inevitability. The Wheel of Fortune is a reminder that we must learn to adapt to change, and that everything in life is connected through an intricate web of cause and effect. The Hanged Man  The Hanged Man is another Major Arcana Card that signifies surrender, sacrifice, and letting go. It represents a willingness to release control, change perspectives, and trust the universe to guide you on your path. The Hanged Man teaches that sometimes the only way to move forward is to surrender to the situation at hand and let go of attachment to certain outcomes. The Lovers  The Lovers is a Major Arcana Card that traditionally represents a choice between paths in a relationship or a decision involving matters of the heart. It symbolizes commitment, partnership, and harmony. The Lovers card can also represent the duality that exists within each person and the need to find balance between our internal masculine and feminine energies. Now that we have all three cards, let's move on to the Interpretation. Together, these three cards suggest that change is on the horizon, and that it's essential to be prepared to surrender control and trust the process. You may be presented with a decision or choice that has significant implications for your life, particularly in the area of love or relationships. The Lovers card indicates that this choice will involve balancing your inner needs and desires with those of your partner or the important people in your life. The ultimate outcome will be determined by how well you can navigate the natural cycles of change and adapt to new circumstances. Trust yourself and the universe to guide you towards your highest good.
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