Category: #Poetry
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ok. (or, the weight of a single text message) #WriteAPageADay #850
A single text. A single word. Three letters that carry the weight of uncertainty, indifference, or something in between. In a world where meaning is compressed into pixels, where silence speaks louder than words, how do we interpret the spaces between the letters?
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When I Am Reborn, I Want It Just Like This #WriteAPageADay #950
I do not want a new beginning— I want the same life, the same sunrises bleeding into familiar horizons, the same stories, the same heartbreaks, the same unfinished symphonies. Let me return, not as a stranger, but as a repetition, a whisper carried by the wind, saying— again, again, again.
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The Ritual of Our Chaos: An Ode to Holiday Family Traditions #WriteAPageADay #630
Holiday traditions arrive like ghosts in ugly sweaters—uninvited yet expected, familiar yet strange. The table is an arena, the gifts are wrapped illusions, and laughter escapes like steam from a too-hot dish. We gather, we feast, we pretend the past hasn’t stained the cranberry sauce. And as the night ends, we lie: “We should do…
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An Apology Letter to Someone I Wronged #WriteAPageADay #440
I dip my quill in ink the color of regret— not black, not blue, but something bruised. A shade that stains the air when two souls fracture. I write to you on parchment peeled from my ribcage.
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My Morning Routine: A Chronicle #WriteAPageADay #680
I wake in the hush before the hush before the hush before the scream of the clock. The bed swallows me, spits me out. I negotiate with the morning stranger in the mirror, promising coffee in exchange for recognition. Somewhere, the day waits, a beast at the threshold—it does not ask if I am ready.
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My Usual Commute to Work/Mall #WriteAPageADay #325
The train arrives, except it doesn’t—A gaping metal jaw that swallows briefcases, regrets, sale alerts, a child’s unraveling shoelace. I step inside the stomach of the city.
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My Faceless Muse: Echoes of Creation #WriteAPageADay #1140
My muse has no face, no form, no single voice—it hums in the dark, whispers in riddles, and carves meaning into the marrow of my bones. Whether it arrives as a storm, a shadow, or a flicker of light, it is relentless, insatiable, and always just beyond reach.
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Endless Echoes of Love: A Ghazal for Señorita
A soul-stirring ghazal that captures the echoes of love—spoken and unspoken. Through celestial whispers, moonlit shadows, and waves of longing, this poem weaves an eternal melody for Señorita, where love lingers beyond time and silence speaks the deepest truths.
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The Secret Door in My Garden: A Journey Through Soil, Shadows, and Stars #WriteAPageADay #600
Beneath my garden’s restless soil, secrets coil like whispering roots. A door waits, unseen yet felt, breathing against the fabric of reality. What lies beyond? The garden knows, the soil remembers, and the hidden door beckons.
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The Mirror That Explains My Dreams #WriteAPageADay #910
The mirror is not silver, not glass, not reflection— it is a mouth, a whisper, a scream of old selves unraveling. Each night, I dream, but is it my mirror that dreams me?
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