June 29th, 2023

Love is just a lie, it is all pain and misery
BY: Aiden Kirchner Poetry
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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
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​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.