Category: #Poetry
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Lost (But Not Really): The Beautiful Art of Getting Lost
It took a few seconds to realize I was utterly and completely lost. Not the kind of lost where your GPS glitches, but the kind where reality softens at the edges, and even time hesitates to move. A poem that begins with a lemon and ends with a map inside it—this is a journey through…
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You and Me — A Conversation Between Compassion and Discernment
A lyrical meditation on the delicate balance between compassion and discernment — how the heart and mind walk side by side, not in conflict, but in quiet harmony.
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Where Thoughts Go When You Don’t Feed Them
Not every thought is worth your trust. Many are just echoes of the past—old fears in new clothes. This poetic meditation explores the mind’s craving for tension, its habit of jumping to conclusions, and the quiet liberation that begins when you stop feeding your thoughts and start listening to truth instead.
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Steep and Exposed
When love is a ridgeline and every step a choice, some climb to escape—others descend to return. A poetic journey through risk, memory, and the courage it takes to let go.
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The Ultimatum
“You want me to amputate my past to secure your future. But what kind of love asks for blood?” “If being mine means cutting out the people who watered me through drought, then I choose the rain over your desert.”
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Flow Unrestricted: A Love Letter from the Universe
“You ask me what magic is. I say: magic is when you stop trying to become extraordinary and remember you already are.” Let the universe speak through you. It is a tender, powerful invitation to surrender, listen, and rediscover the quiet magic waiting to rise from within.
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The Biggest Lie
“The biggest lie of my life was not a betrayal of someone else. It was a betrayal of myself.” “I’m not fine. I’m barely here. I forget what joy feels like. I’m holding myself together with old emails and duct tape.”
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You Know What? I Quit.
“I quit because I lost track of who I was doing it for. There was a time I would write with dirt beneath my fingernails… Now I Google ‘trending themes.’” This isn’t surrender. It’s reclamation. I’m not going silent — I’m going sovereign.
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for the Disconnected Self
No funeral marked the moment I lost myself, no eulogy read as I dissolved into scrolls, swipes, pings, alerts— digital rosaries I clutched more tightly than prayer.
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The Friend Who Holds Without Clutching
What do I value most in a friend? Not brilliance, not boldness — but gentleness. The quiet kind, that listens without interrupting, that holds space instead of demanding explanation. This poem is a love letter to those who tend rather than fix, who sit with silence instead of fleeing it. A candle in the storm.…
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