Tag: dailyprompt
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Porous Acts: Becoming Community #poetry #BeTheCommunity #WhatIsCommunity
In mismatched socks and half-knitted compassion, I did not volunteer—I dissolved into the rhythm of others. What it means to be community, not through speeches or banners, but by showing up, soup in hand, and eyes wide open.
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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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Why I Vote: A Personal Reflection on Political Participation
Voting isn’t always a joyful act—it’s sometimes a whisper in a storm, a reluctant hope. In this personal reflection, I explore my evolving relationship with elections, democracy, and the quiet resilience it takes to keep showing up.
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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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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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Not the Snow, But the Hollow Space Between Bells #poetry
A poetic dive into the emotional undercurrents of New Year’s Eve—exploring time, loneliness, illusions of fresh beginnings, and the strange intimacy of asking someone else: “What is your favorite holiday?”
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Between the Trees and the Stars: My Journey Through Camping’s Quiet Lessons
Camping isn’t just about sleeping under the stars—it’s about reconnecting with nature, others, and yourself. This reflective essay explores the raw, beautiful lessons learned beneath the trees and the open sky.
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Blueprints of Breath: When I Feel Most Productive #poetry
Productivity smells like forgotten libraries and sounds like paper tearing in all the right wrong places. Creation happens not when I plan it—but when chaos holds my hand and shouts, ‘Run!’ You ask when I feel most productive? When doubt cracks my ribs like wishbones, and I still move. Sometimes just staying alive is my…
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What Are My Favorite Emojis? #poetry
“What are your favorite emojis?” you ask, and the world unravels. Red hearts leak into question marks. Ghosts float between sighs and suns. Somewhere between the fire and the anchor, we become fragments — not lost, not found — just… translated into silent pixels pressing back.
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