Tag: Poetry
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Kintsugi: The Art of Loving, Living, and Mending Through Time #poetry
We are not what we were before the breaking. Love, life, and time have cracked us, reshaped us, but in every fracture, there is gold. This is the art of Kintsugi—of mending without erasure, of honoring scars, of finding beauty in what was once broken. A poetic journey through then, now, you, me, our relationship,…
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Unwoven Threads: A Poetic Defiance of Borders and Names #poetry
If I am to exist, let me be unnamed. If I am to love, let it be without borders. If I am to speak, let my voice be a river that refuses to be dammed. This is a journey through mirrors without frames, voices without limits, and bodies beyond definitions. A poetic unraveling of male,…
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A Chorus of Mirrors #poetry
When everything is the same, no one stands out. When no one stands out, who do you become?
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A Season That Forgot Its Name #poetry
One day, someone will ask again: ‘What is your favorite type of weather?’ And I will pause. And you will pause. And they will pause. Because some questions do not have answers, only echoes.
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What is My Favorite Type of Weather? #poetry
Each season is a wound. Each season is a song. Each season is a question that never expects an answer.
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The Almost Poem: A Dance with What Could Have Been #poetry
Some poems arrive whole, complete, tied with a perfect ending. This one does not. It teeters, hesitates, almost becomes something—but then—fades into the space where meaning lingers.
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Unwritten Edges: A Tapestry of Moments, Myths, and Misdirections #poetry
A second walks into a bar and orders time, neat. A woman steps off a train while a man steps on, their shoulders grazing but never turning back. A magician smirks at the reflection that refuses to be seen. Reality blurs, dreams whisper, and fate weaves its improbable dance. And in the end? There is…
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Ink’s Whispered Cartography #poetry
I trace the needle’s hum, / a vibration stitched into yesterday’s skin— / you, standing there, will ask me tomorrow, / ‘What tattoo do you want?’ / and I’ll laugh, / because the ink already blooms / where the collarbone dips, / a raven with eyes like fractured clocks.
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Shatterglint Hymns in a Bent Abyss #poetry
time is a jellyfish / stinging itself into knots, / tentacles of seconds / slapped against / the windshield of perception— / splat! / splat! / splat! / and the wipers / are broken, / smearing yesterday / into a greasy tomorrow.
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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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