Category: #Poetry
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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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Mirror, Mirror
Words are mirrors that don’t lie about our beauty, they show us the scars that make us luminous, the cracks where light enters us.
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Words
Write yourself into existence. Speak yourself into being. The world is waiting for your words, the ones that only you can give.
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The Wine of Small Moments: A Meditation on Joy
I have discovered the secret tavern where joy serves itself in cups so small they fit in the palm of an ordinary Tuesday morning. The Beloved whispers through steam rising from my coffee cup: “See how the cream spirals inward, creating galaxies in your ceramic universe? This is how I dance through your bloodstream, this…
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The Beautiful Confusion
it’s already elsewhere, hiding in the spaces between understanding and wonder
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Joy in Fragments
Steam rises from tea—the first sip holds yesterday’s worries, then lets go… A puddle mirrors the sky after sudden rain, and I pause to see myself floating among clouds—this accidental heaven… Joy arrives quietly, not in grand gestures but in the space between one breath and the next—this moment, given freely.
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