Category: #Poetry
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Dolce Far Niente
Sunday dissolves into its own reflection—a mirror made of honey and forgotten appointments, where minutes collect like dust motes in the cathedral of afternoon light. The clock’s face melts sideways, Salvador Dalí’s prophecy fulfilled in the space between your breath and the next breath, between intention and the sweet absence of needing to intend anything…
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The Weight of Choices #poetry
I am the architect of half my ruins, and you know this feeling too—the way your hands shake when you hold the blueprint of your own destruction… But the other half carries the weight of inherited ghosts, the echo of choices we were too young to understand, too small to influence, too unborn to prevent.
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The Eternal Outfit
If I were condemned to singular cloth, sentenced to the same weave day after day, until the threads memorized my skin and my skin learned the language of cotton—I would choose denim. Not the pristine, factory-fresh blue that screams newness from store shelves, but the kind that whispers stories, that carries the archaeology of ten…
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An Ocean Inside Me
There is an ocean inside me, vast and unnamed, where storms brew without warning and tides pull at my ribcage like moon-drunk waters against some forgotten shore. I carry saltwater in my veins, ancient brine that remembers the first breath of creation, when everything was fluid and possibility moved in currents deeper than memory…
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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies
Tell me the coffee will be ready in five minutes / when we both know the machine is broken, / tell me the train is only running late / and not that I’ve been standing on the wrong platform / for the better part of my reasonable mind… Tell me these sweet little lies /…
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The Game I Gave Myself To
A voice speaks from the depths of digital captivity. Once a player, now a prisoner, the speaker confesses how a game consumed not just time—but body, heart, mind, and soul. As reality fades and virtual rewards take over, this piece captures the silent erosion of self beneath the blue glow of a screen.
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The Weight of Years: A Journey Through Time and Memory
In the corner of my kitchen counter, weathered and worn smooth by decades of devotion, sits my grandmother’s wooden spoon—carved from olive wood in a village whose name I can barely pronounce, but whose essence lives in the grain of this humble instrument. Forty-seven years it has stirred the same clockwise circles, outlasting kitchen renovations,…
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A Feast of Stories #BlogchatterFoodFest
I am Toro Loco, mad bull in a bottle, born in Spanish vineyards where the sun burned its passion into my soul. We are the green chorus scattered across this wooden stage—rosemary and thyme, parsley and sage—remembering our garden home where bees hummed love songs into our blossoms. This lyrical journey transforms a single dinner…
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Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum: The Heartbeat of Resilience
There is a rhythm beneath the surface of breaking, a percussion that plays when the world crumbles into dust between your fingers and you think this is the end. But listen—can you hear it? Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum. The heartbeat of resilience drumming against your ribs like a caged bird refusing to surrender song. This profound exploration…
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The Universe Speaks
Listen—the cosmos whispers through morning mist, carrying ancient secrets that spiral through your bones. “Allow me to flow through you unrestricted,” it murmurs, “and you will see the greatest magic you have ever seen.” This profound spiritual poem explores the transformative power of surrendering to the universe’s flow, inviting us to become hollow reeds through…
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