Tag: Introspection
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I Ate the Lightning: The Risk I Took That Set Me Free (A Meditation on Risk, Regret, and Becoming) #poetry
In a world that demands obedience, the most radical risk is unbecoming the version of yourself built for approval. This poem is a fierce, introspective odyssey into choosing truth over comfort, fire over silence, and liberation over belonging. A testimony for anyone standing at the edge of their own becoming.
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Transient Tapestry: The Silence of Might-Have-Been
In the murmurs of half-remembered dreams and silent regrets, a timeless tapestry unfolds—whispering of a day when inaction reigned, only to yield a spark of courage and the promise of transformation.
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Broken Harmonies: An Elegy for the Absurd #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
your fingers are matchsticks— you strike them against my spine, watching me burn for the sport of it, a pyromaniac of the soul, igniting my vulnerabilities. the embers glowed with a dangerous beauty, a fleeting warmth that always turned to ash. you said love was a song, but we only knew the screams, a discordant…
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Viscous Gel & Pixelated Ghosts: A Pandemic Adaptation #poetry
The air, once a lung-filling expanse, now curdled, a viscous gel clinging to the edges of breath. Did you notice the shift? The subtle molecular rearrangement of fear? I did. My skin, a porous membrane, registered the change first. A prickling unease, like phantom static from a disconnected world.” (Alternatively, a more fragmented excerpt): “Screen…
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The Shape of Us #poetry
Love sways, fear locks, anger cracks, loneliness tilts, and hope stretches. If emotions took shape, would they hold or break?
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The Unruly Waltz of Symbols: A Dance of Motion, Meaning, and Rebellion
A sequence of symbols, a silent choreography—🙆🏃🤸—moves through space and meaning, a dance of rebellion and surrender. Is life a pattern we unknowingly follow, or a rhythm we choose to disrupt? This poem dissects movement, existence, and the unspoken silence between gestures. Where will you stand in the cycle?
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The Years That Ask, The Years That Answer #W3Prompt
There are years that press their questions into your skin like ink, and years that peel them away, leaving behind the answers you never knew you held.
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The Room is Unfamiliar: A Journey into the Self
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. The walls hum in tones I’ve never heard. Not whispers. Not words. Just a vibration. A presence. The room is not just a place—it’s a mirror, a canvas of fears, memories, and truths. In its stillness, I find myself.
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The Ghost of the Unfinished
There it lies—etched in graphite on the parchment of my will, suspended between the spine of yesterday and the breathless sigh of tomorrow. ‘Something,’ it says. A task unspoken yet ever-present. The ghost of the to-do list haunts me still.
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Meeting Myself Across Universes: A Journey Through the Infinite #WriteAPageADay #800
What happens when you meet yourself in a parallel universe? In this poetic journey, explore the infinite versions of who you are and who you could have been, unfolding through the lens of introspection, choices, and unspoken regrets.
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