Brill Pongo

11/01/2026

Mileage Matters

There comes a time
when the charger port
can’t get the charger to connect—
no matter how many times
you push it in,
wiggle it,
pray over it.

Not because the charger is bad—
but because the port is tired.
Worn.
Loose from too many insertions
that were never meant to stay.

Dear sisters,
not every ship sailing the open seas
has to dock at your port.

Some are passing through.
Some are leaking oil.
Some are just looking for somewhere
to unload their mess
and sail away lighter.

Protect your port.
Mileage matters.
And not every arrival
deserves access.

— Pongo the Poet

09/01/2026

BREAK THE CAGE
Pongo the Poet

There are things we speak not about—
deep, ugly things
we don’t name in daylight.

We tuck them away.
Fold them small.
Lock them in a cage
deep inside the ribs
and call it “strength.”

But what you cage must feed.

So it eats you—quietly—
from the inside.
It chews on your peace.
It swallows your sleep.
It teaches your body to flinch
even when the room is safe.

Things done to you.
Abuse—
sexual,
physical,
the kind that leaves no bruise
but rearranges your breathing forever.

We caged those memories
because we didn’t have words,
because we didn’t have witnesses,
because we were afraid
no one would believe
how much it hurt.

And still—
those caged monsters don’t die.

They visit you at night
to “talk.”
They sit at the edge of your dreams
like unpaid debts.
They show up in quiet moments
when everyone thinks you’re fine—
and suddenly your chest is a courtroom,
and you are on trial
for surviving.

Sometimes the only outward language
is tears—
hot, honest, embarrassed tears—
the body’s way of saying:
I have been holding fire in my hands.

But listen—

It’s time to break that cage.
Not with rage.
Not by becoming hard.
Not by pretending it didn’t happen.

Break it with understanding.

Because you do not heal
by keeping poison in a sealed bottle
and calling it “private.”

You don’t have to keep the ugly things
locked inside you—
they were never meant to live there.
They will keep eating you
until you believe you deserve to be swallowed.

So let them out.

Not to the whole world—
but to a trusted person.
A safe voice.
A therapist.
A friend who can hold your truth
without dropping it.

Talk it out.
Name it gently.
Piece by piece.
Breath by breath.

You are not dirty for what happened.
You are not weak for what you feel.
You are not broken beyond repair—
you are a human being
who learned to survive
in silence.

And now, survivor—
choose freedom.

Open the cage.
Let the pain leave the darkness.
Let the healing enter with light.

You deserve a life
where your dreams are not battlefields,
where your quiet moments are not ambushes,
where your tears become watering
and not drowning.

Set yourself free.

— Pongo the Poet

09/01/2026

Control is something you can master if you take charge of yourself

07/01/2026

Already There

They say
those who end their own lives
go to hell.

But some of them
were already there—
living in bodies
that woke up tired of breathing,
smiling through storms
no one wanted to name.

They were already there
in the quiet wars of the mind,
in the bedrooms where depression
sat on the chest like a weight,
in the days where trauma
kept replaying yesterday
as if tomorrow didn’t exist.

And I don’t glorify the leaving—
I mourn the suffering
that wasn’t seen in time.

I pray they found
what this world kept postponing:
peace,
rest,
and a place
where their pain
finally lost its passport.

And for the living—
for the ones still fighting silently—
may we stop calling it weakness
and start calling it what it is:
a human being
drowning in unseen water.

Check on your strong ones.
Listen to the quiet ones.
Trauma is loud
on the inside.

— Pongo the Poet

06/01/2026

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06/01/2026

Love , peace, calmness those three little words

06/01/2026

As we begin 2026 remember this…

05/01/2026

Setting goals,new year’s resolutions… what say you?

05/01/2026

New Year’s resolutions only work when they come from deep within you.

Not from vibes. Not from pressure. Not from the “new year, new me” noise.

Because if the decision didn’t start in your spirit, it won’t survive your first hard week.

So before you write a list, ask yourself:
• What am I genuinely tired of?
• What do I truly want to become?
• What am I ready to do even when nobody is clapping?

Make resolutions that match your why.
That’s where the motivation lives.
That’s where consistency is born.

2026 won’t be changed by intentions.
It’ll be changed by inner conviction. 💯

05/01/2026

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Some of the biggest misunderstandings in life don’t come from facts— they come from assumptions. In The Hippo Lesson, Brill Pongo uses a powerful (and surprisingly relatable) hippo analogy to expose how quickly the human mind fills in gaps, writes stories, and labels people without evidence. Thr...

03/01/2026

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01/01/2026

Language can be rhythmic and confusing