Tag: Poetry
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The Price of Waking
Awareness cuts like a blade. It severs comfort, exposes the cage, but grants you the one thing illusion never could— yourself.
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The Song, The Gossip, The Love
A song is never just a song once it finds a wound to echo in. She hummed it through heartbreak, through gossip that carved her into a rumor, through the fire of a love that took more than it gave. This is a poem about remembering, unraveling, and rising again— through melody, myth, and the…
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You and Me — A Conversation Between Compassion and Discernment
A lyrical meditation on the delicate balance between compassion and discernment — how the heart and mind walk side by side, not in conflict, but in quiet harmony.
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Where Thoughts Go When You Don’t Feed Them
Not every thought is worth your trust. Many are just echoes of the past—old fears in new clothes. This poetic meditation explores the mind’s craving for tension, its habit of jumping to conclusions, and the quiet liberation that begins when you stop feeding your thoughts and start listening to truth instead.
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The Ultimatum
“You want me to amputate my past to secure your future. But what kind of love asks for blood?” “If being mine means cutting out the people who watered me through drought, then I choose the rain over your desert.”
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Flow Unrestricted: A Love Letter from the Universe
“You ask me what magic is. I say: magic is when you stop trying to become extraordinary and remember you already are.” Let the universe speak through you. It is a tender, powerful invitation to surrender, listen, and rediscover the quiet magic waiting to rise from within.
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The Biggest Lie
“The biggest lie of my life was not a betrayal of someone else. It was a betrayal of myself.” “I’m not fine. I’m barely here. I forget what joy feels like. I’m holding myself together with old emails and duct tape.”
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You Know What? I Quit.
“I quit because I lost track of who I was doing it for. There was a time I would write with dirt beneath my fingernails… Now I Google ‘trending themes.’” This isn’t surrender. It’s reclamation. I’m not going silent — I’m going sovereign.

