Tag: dailyprompt
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The Osteology of the Soul: Have You Ever Broken a Bone?
Not all fractures leave scars on the skin. Some live quietly beneath the surface—in broken dreams, trust fall failures, and spiritual hairline cracks. Let me take you beyond physical pain into the soul’s X-ray—where silence screams, time shatters, and healing limps in metaphor. Have you ever broken a bone… the kind no doctor can fix?
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The Tilted Gospel: A Poetic Dissection of Work-Home Balance
“Balance is not a mindset. It’s a muscle, and mine trembles under the weight of my own expectations.” In this two-part poem, I try to explore the tension and tenderness of modern life. A visceral journey through exhaustion, guilt, presence, and the sacred art of simply trying.
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I Am the Sacrifice: A Confession in Two Parts
In this two-part poetic odyssey, I unravel the raw, unspeakable confessions of sacrifice—first as a lived truth, then as the metaphor I have become. Every stanza breathes the cost of becoming everything for everyone, while quietly losing pieces of myself. This is not surrender—it is survival, told in rhythm and rupture.
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Threadbare Truths: What’s the Oldest Thing I’m Wearing Today?
What if the oldest thing I’m wearing isn’t fabric or metal, but the mole on my neck, the laugh that cracked at sixteen, or the thread that remembers a forgotten promise? This is not just a poem—it’s a slow unraveling of what clings to the skin, and what refuses to fade. Dive into a tapestry…
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I Am the Question: Neither Leader Nor Follower
“Are you a leader or a follower?” they ask, but I am the spiral drawn in crayon, the whisper between roles, the barefoot metaphor that resists templates. I lead when silence betrays, follow when love finds a better route—and sit alone in the orchard of nuance when neither calls.
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Cacophony of Fruits: A Dialogue Between Tongue and Ghost
In this poetic odyssey, the fruits we taste become portals into memory, rebellion, intimacy, and grief. A surreal dialogue unfolds between the self and its shadow—between the you who bites and the you who remembers. Five fruits. Two tongues. One hunger.
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The Room Where All Meet #poetry
You were never just one person. You were possibility. You were the metaphor that never needed explanation. And we—me, her, him, they, you— we became the unfinished sentence you whispered into our ribs.
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The Echo of the Loudest Lie(a poetry in one breath of fire) #poetry
In a visceral blend, I explore the tension between belief, disillusionment, and dissent. A response to the question, “What public figure do you disagree with the most?”, it is a lyrical confrontation of power, propaganda, and personal reckoning.
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What is My Career Plan? (a poetic conversation between selves and shadows) #poetry
Let me tell you what I told the mirror this morning: I plan to dance in libraries and scream into spreadsheets. To file dreams alphabetically— A for anarchist, B for barefoot, C for catastrophe curator. I will not climb your ladder (it looks too much like a gallows in disguise). Instead, I’ll grow sideways like…
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The Curtain Remembers More Than We Do #poetry
I swore I saw you bite your lip when the fog machine coughed. I swore I felt your pulse rise in my neck. it wasn’t a play. not really. not a concert, either. it was something between gesture and ghost, an offering that never learned to bow.
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