Category: #Poetry
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Unwoven Threads: A Poetic Defiance of Borders and Names #poetry
If I am to exist, let me be unnamed. If I am to love, let it be without borders. If I am to speak, let my voice be a river that refuses to be dammed. This is a journey through mirrors without frames, voices without limits, and bodies beyond definitions. A poetic unraveling of male,…
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A Chorus of Mirrors #poetry
When everything is the same, no one stands out. When no one stands out, who do you become?
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A Season That Forgot Its Name #poetry
One day, someone will ask again: ‘What is your favorite type of weather?’ And I will pause. And you will pause. And they will pause. Because some questions do not have answers, only echoes.
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What is My Favorite Type of Weather? #poetry
Each season is a wound. Each season is a song. Each season is a question that never expects an answer.
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The Almost Poem: A Dance with What Could Have Been #poetry
Some poems arrive whole, complete, tied with a perfect ending. This one does not. It teeters, hesitates, almost becomes something—but then—fades into the space where meaning lingers.
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Unwritten Edges: A Tapestry of Moments, Myths, and Misdirections #poetry
A second walks into a bar and orders time, neat. A woman steps off a train while a man steps on, their shoulders grazing but never turning back. A magician smirks at the reflection that refuses to be seen. Reality blurs, dreams whisper, and fate weaves its improbable dance. And in the end? There is…
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Ink’s Whispered Cartography #poetry
I trace the needle’s hum, / a vibration stitched into yesterday’s skin— / you, standing there, will ask me tomorrow, / ‘What tattoo do you want?’ / and I’ll laugh, / because the ink already blooms / where the collarbone dips, / a raven with eyes like fractured clocks.
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Shatterglint Hymns in a Bent Abyss #poetry
time is a jellyfish / stinging itself into knots, / tentacles of seconds / slapped against / the windshield of perception— / splat! / splat! / splat! / and the wipers / are broken, / smearing yesterday / into a greasy tomorrow.
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The Echo Between Us: A Dialogue in Unspoken Verses #poetry
A silent conversation woven in echoes and longing—words unspoken, yet never unheard. Through verses that drift like the wind and linger like the tide, a story unfolds in the spaces between what is felt and what remains unsaid.
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You, Me, and the Catastrophe of Love (A Love Story With a Side of Chaos)
Love is nothing if not unpredictable. And I love unpredictability. And predictably, I love you. Somewhere between your terrible taste in music and my refusal to read instructions, we bought a cat and nearly burned down the kitchen. This is how we say ‘forever.’
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