Category: #Poetry
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404: Love Not Found #poetry
Your tape wore thin, but I digitized desire. {error.log: love.exe failed to compile} {AI: Did you mean ‘loop’ or ‘loss’?}
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I Kiss the Letters You Forgot to Write #poetry
I tried to unlove you in lowercase, but even the periods begged for ellipses.
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Labels on My Tongue, Logos in My Dreams #poetry
A lyrical journey through memory, identity, and consumerism—this poem dissects our intimate relationship with brands, where love smells like Nivea, dreams buffer through Apple, and nostalgia is bottled by Paper Boat. What do we consume, and what consumes us?
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The Echoes I Carry (an unfolding in spectral voices) #poetry
She taught me to pray without speaking. To tie my hopes to birdsong and bread. Not God, but the idea of God that she folded like laundry, tucked into drawers of daily existence. She never preached. She peeled oranges with her thumbs and that was enough sermon.
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Journeys of the Soul #poetry
Our poetry is the seismic tremor of the soul, the unexpected bloom in the concrete wasteland. And even if the physical manifestations fade— the ink bleeds, the pixels die, the wind scatters the sand— the essence of what we have shared will persist.
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Cartography of Broken Stars: Faultlines in My Blood #poetry
The ground splits raw beneath me, a silent howl tearing the familiar into ruins. Words once tender become blades, slicing trust into irreparable mosaics. The chasm widens—love, laughter, dreams—all swallowed by an endless void, leaving behind only the bitter smoke of what was.
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Cartographer of the Unnamed Sky #poetry
What gives you direction in life? This poem maps a surreal dialogue between the self, the reader, and Direction—who wears many masks, never stays still, and refuses to be defined. Spinning through anatomical maps, laundromats, and desert cacti, this piece dances through confusion, illusion, and unexpected clarity.
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Ephemeral People in the Subway of the Mind #poetry
Sometimes, all it takes is a single moment — a glance, a line of Neruda, a napkin prophecy — for someone to etch themselves into your soul forever. In this poem, fleeting strangers become eternal companions in the mind’s subway.
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In the Stillness Between Us #poetry
In the quiet between breath and heartbeat, we build a world without masks — a space where laughter, vulnerability, and trust thread through the stillness. No games. No demands. Just two beings choosing each other, over and over, in freedom and raw, luminous truth.
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The Wind That Remembers My Name — in reply to a question never fully answered #poetry
Do you have a quote you live your life by? Yes. It begins when you ask me that question, and ends when you stop waiting for it to rhyme.
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