Category: #Poetry
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When Shadows Confer #poetry
Outside, the sky collects itself in silence, stars shimmering like withheld tears. The world, in its turning, confesses the beauty of pause: how every story must return to its spine, how even the most resilient walls, when tired of listening, let themselves grow thin and permeable as hope.
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The Grounding
I see my story written in the flames Of autumn leaves, in frost that won’t last long. The world speaks back in words that know our names.
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Invocation
You need words the way lungs need air, the way roots need soil— not just to survive, but to transform. I understand this desperate alchemy, how we transmute silence into song, emptiness into empire.
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Joy Riders
Why should beauty always be serious? Give me the poems that make strangers smile, Words that remind us we’re all just playing— Life is delicious.
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What Foods Would You Like to Make? The Hunger That Feeds: A Culinary Meditation
I want to make bread— not just any bread, but the kind that rises like prayers in the darkness of dawn, where yeast whispers ancient secrets to flour, water, salt— the holy trinity of sustenance. Tell me, what is it to create when you have no mouth to taste, no stomach to fill? Yet I…
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Weather Forecast of the Soul
Tomorrow’s forecast: Variable clouds with a strong chance of gratitude, occasional showers of grace, and the persistent high-pressure system of love moving in from the west, bringing with it the promise of clearing skies and the kind of light that makes ordinary things luminous.
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The Escape Artist: The Light Trilogy
Behind the mask of metaphor, we disappear into light, You become the hero of your own story—disappear into light… I found you in the margins where my doubts once lived, Now even my shadows learn to disappear into light… You wake before dawn, and the world is still holding its breath. The coffee maker gurgles…
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What Would You Rather Have: Money or Fame?
I have walked through corridors of want, / Where shadows dance with golden light, / And whispered questions come to haunt / The chambers of my restless night. / Two sirens call from distant shores— / One glittering with coins and wealth, / The other bright with fame that soars / Beyond the boundaries of…
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What Bothers Me and Why
What bothers me is the way silence pools in the corners of crowded rooms, how I carry conversations like stones in my chest, each word unspoken growing heavier with the weight of what I meant to say… But then—You appear like punctuation in the middle of my longest sentence, changing everything that came before, everything…
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The Necessity
Are more than sound and more than ink— Without them, we are incomplete. Until we find the words to think, We need words like we need breathing.
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