Tag: identity
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The Geography of Lost #poetry
Lost is not a place on any map; it is the space between who we were and who we’re becoming—a liminal landscape where familiar landmarks dissolve and new ones haven’t yet formed. Here, in this geography of uncertainty, we confront questions with no easy answers and find courage in the unknown.
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The Immense Weight of Small
She was not broken. She was not waiting. She was not lost. She was small, and in that smallness, magnificent.
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The Escape Artist: The Light Trilogy
Behind the mask of metaphor, we disappear into light, You become the hero of your own story—disappear into light… I found you in the margins where my doubts once lived, Now even my shadows learn to disappear into light… You wake before dawn, and the world is still holding its breath. The coffee maker gurgles…
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What Would You Rather Have: Money or Fame?
I have walked through corridors of want, / Where shadows dance with golden light, / And whispered questions come to haunt / The chambers of my restless night. / Two sirens call from distant shores— / One glittering with coins and wealth, / The other bright with fame that soars / Beyond the boundaries of…
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What Is Your Favorite Genre of Music?
You ask me this question like it’s simple, like the heart has drawers labeled jazz, rock, classical, like the soul keeps neat little categories for the sounds that make us human. But I tell you—music doesn’t live in genres, it lives in the space between your ribs when that first note hits…
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The Eternal Outfit
If I were condemned to singular cloth, sentenced to the same weave day after day, until the threads memorized my skin and my skin learned the language of cotton—I would choose denim. Not the pristine, factory-fresh blue that screams newness from store shelves, but the kind that whispers stories, that carries the archaeology of ten…
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Nine Voices: A Connected Journey
In Nine Voices: A Connected Journey, poetic voices converge to explore the fluidity of identity, the beauty of listening, and the silent power of memory. From a baker’s quiet rituals to the dusty echoes of a forgotten trunk, this reflective cycle moves through grief, growth, and the sacred rhythm of becoming. Each piece is a…
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If You Had to Change Your Name, What Would Your New Name Be?
What is a name but a thread through time? If I had to change mine, I would seek not a label— but a mirror reflecting the truest me.
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We Do Not ‘End’. We Become.
In this meditative poem, the soul journeys beyond finality into infinite change — from ashes to oceans, from endings to essence.
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Left Turn
At the intersection, I could go right and head home— but turning left would take me into a story that didn’t want to be safe, into a version of me not yet born. I turned left— and everything familiar dissolved into wonder.
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