Tag: Longing
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The Salt Between Us: My Most Memorable Vacation
I remember the morning we left, how you fumbled with the car keys while I counted sunscreen bottles like rosary beads in my palm. The highway stretched before us, a ribbon of possibility threading through mountains that wore clouds like crowns…
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When Silence Speaks Louder
In the cathedral of unspoken words, where echoes gather like dust on windowsills, I trace the outline of your absence with fingertips that remember the geography of your skin. The house breathes differently now—each room a vessel holding the weight of conversations we will never have…
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Saturation: The Ache That Ate the Sky #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A surrealist exploration of obsessive longing, emotional hunger, and phantom intimacy, this poem weaves different perspectives into one trembling tapestry of desire. Saturation isn’t love—it’s the storm before, during, and after.
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Cartography of Longing: A Lexicon of the Unspoken #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A shard of light. Not yet defined. A tremor in the air. Not quite a presence, not quite an absence. Something between shadow and form, a whisper of existence. A moment poised at the edge of articulation. The shimmer of a thought, waiting to be born. A pulse beneath stillness, barely perceptible. A disturbance in…
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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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I Remember You for No Good Reason #poetry
You are the hum in the floorboards of a place that no longer exists, a blueprint the wind erased, a doorbell pressed by no one. Your voice is a shadow cast by a moth too small to matter. Why do you linger like dust in unopened books?
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The Echo Between Us: A Dialogue in Unspoken Verses #poetry
A silent conversation woven in echoes and longing—words unspoken, yet never unheard. Through verses that drift like the wind and linger like the tide, a story unfolds in the spaces between what is felt and what remains unsaid.
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The Last Text I Received (or, the Unfinished Symphony of Words)
A text—a ghost of intent— arriving wrapped in pixels, delivered by unseen satellites, a whisper across the void.
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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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Anechoic Love: Echoes of Longing in the Silent Depths Navigating the Silence of Unreciprocated Feelings
In the cavernous depths of my soul, there exists an anechoic chamber where the echoes of love reverberate endlessly, unheard and unacknowledged. This anechoic love, devoid of resonance or reciprocation, is a testament to the futility of my affections in a world consumed by indifference and apathy. Discover the profound journey of anechoic love in…
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