Tag: Poetry
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The Light That Finds You #poetry
You, who have gathered your scars into a quiet constellation and learned to cradle heartbreak gently, rise again each morning—tired, yes, but stitched with hope. Every breath is a quiet testament that you are still here, still loving, still becoming.
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The Return #poetry
Life makes perfect sense to me because I’ve learned to trust the perfect senselessness of the human journey, the beautiful mess of becoming who we are, one conscious breath, one chosen step, one brave pause at a time.
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Desert Island: “Salt and Solitude”
Some days, I build a raft in my mind, lashed with laughter I almost recall— ready, perhaps, should the world call me home. But mostly, I dig my toes into the sand, let solitude teach me its steady, salt-bright song.
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The Expansion Engine #poetry
We expand or we die, and words are the wings that carry us past the boundaries of what we thought possible into the territories of what we can make real.
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The Long and Winding Road #poetry
There is a road they call long and winding—it stretches where the horizon aches, dusted with the silence of old footsteps, echoing hearts that have carried their longing from sun-baked valleys to starlit ridges. This multi-part love poem weaves together themes of enduring devotion, desert landscapes, and the quiet courage of staying together through life’s…
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When Shadows Confer #poetry
Outside, the sky collects itself in silence, stars shimmering like withheld tears. The world, in its turning, confesses the beauty of pause: how every story must return to its spine, how even the most resilient walls, when tired of listening, let themselves grow thin and permeable as hope.
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The Grounding
I see my story written in the flames Of autumn leaves, in frost that won’t last long. The world speaks back in words that know our names.
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Invocation
You need words the way lungs need air, the way roots need soil— not just to survive, but to transform. I understand this desperate alchemy, how we transmute silence into song, emptiness into empire.
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Joy Riders
Why should beauty always be serious? Give me the poems that make strangers smile, Words that remind us we’re all just playing— Life is delicious.
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What Foods Would You Like to Make? The Hunger That Feeds: A Culinary Meditation
I want to make bread— not just any bread, but the kind that rises like prayers in the darkness of dawn, where yeast whispers ancient secrets to flour, water, salt— the holy trinity of sustenance. Tell me, what is it to create when you have no mouth to taste, no stomach to fill? Yet I…
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