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The Unyielding Persistence of Love

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In the vast expanse of the cosmos, I scattered the essence of my being, my soul, like stardust strewn across the galaxy. I cast my heart, the core of my emotions, into the depths of the sea, surrendering it to the ebb and flow of the tides. I sought refuge within myself, hiding in the labyrinth of my thoughts and feelings, yet Love, with its relentless pursuit, found its way back to me. I have voiced a symphony of battle cries, each note echoing my courage and determination. I have unleashed a torrent of screams, each one a testament to … Continue reading The Unyielding Persistence of Love

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The Art of Unrealized Love

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Emotions run as deep as oceans, there exists a paradoxical elixir – passion. It is said to be toxic, a perilous potion that ensnares the soul, yet it is this very toxin we crave. We are drawn to its danger, its power to overwhelm our senses, to make us feel alive. For what is art without the intoxication of passion? It is the fire that fuels creation, the storm that stirs the calm. True art, they say, is born from love that is arduous, like the unrequited yearnings of Calvin, or love that is elusive, slipping through fingers like grains … Continue reading The Art of Unrealized Love

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The Unspoken Word

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Upon the precipice of expression, there lies a word, unvoiced and ethereal. It is not adorned with the grandeur of eloquence, nor does it bask in the light of common understanding. This word is a silent envoy of the heart’s deepest alcoves, a mere whisper of the spirit’s stirring. It is the embodiment of paradox, a word that provokes a tempest within the soul’s quietude. It is the ache of remembrance, the sharp pang of longing that carves hollows in the chest. Yet, in its embrace, it is also the harbinger of exultation, filling the void with a resonance that … Continue reading The Unspoken Word

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Shout out!

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How long will you bear the weight of silence before it shatters you? What makes it so challenging for you to open your heart and accept assistance? Like a forest fire dwindling to its final embers, you are a vibrant flame that continues to flicker. I can sense it in the ashes of your stride. I wonder if the metaphorical prison cells you carry on your shoulders ever become too burdensome. I wonder if they’re the cause of your faltering steps. I question if the prison cells you bear, affixed to your speech, ever weigh too heavily on your words. … Continue reading Shout out!

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Rules

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Once upon a time, I was a prisoner of my own creation, bound by the chains of rules and regulations. I used to have rules about poetry, a world where words danced to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I counted in line, time, meter, and form, each syllable a steppingstone, each line a journey, each poem a universe unto itself. I was a puppeteer of language, fingering syllables and forking tongues, weaving tapestries of emotion and thought with the threads of words. I used to have rules about love, a labyrinth of do’s and don’ts that dictated the rhythm of … Continue reading Rules

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The Half-Past-One Blues

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There are moments that I yearn to escape from, to shed this skin that serves as a transient sanctuary. Yet, there are milestones where I find solace in my own presence, marveling at the distance my spirit has traversed. I strive to distill my days into simplicity, but I encounter souls, spaces, and objects that stir my core, inundating me with a torrent of emotions that remain an alien dialect to my speech. I am youthful, at least in spirit, and it feels as though I have witnessed a treasure chest of bygone eras. The purpose of my existence is … Continue reading The Half-Past-One Blues

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Like The Tide

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In the mess of my thoughts, I stumbled upon an open book, its pages as blank as the canvas of a yet-to-be-painted masterpiece. Within its untouched expanse, I saw the perfect silhouette of an airplane, a phantom etched in the parchment, a surreal dream cradled within the confines of reality. The clouds, those ethereal guardians of the sky, heaved with the weight of unshed rain, parting reluctantly to reveal a place, a center, a wish. It was a sanctuary, a haven where I gathered the musky scents of forgotten memories and remnants of clothes strewn across the floor. In the … Continue reading Like The Tide

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A Poem, A Song, A Story

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Deep in my heart, I feel regret, a heaviness that has seeped into my days. I’ve worn it like a cloak, a weight that has tethered me to the earth, pulling me from the sky in a relentless downpour. These are the days where names have lost their meaning, where the echo of my own seems to fade into the background. But amidst this melancholy, spring has arrived, a season that I’ve always claimed as my own. It has brought with it a blooming, a sudden burst of color that has taken me by surprise. It’s an invitation, an opportunity … Continue reading A Poem, A Song, A Story

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A Tribute to Mothers

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No single photograph, no matter how beautifully composed, can capture the essence of a mother’s love. It transcends the confines of a frame, spilling over into the world in a cascade of warmth and tenderness. It is a love that cannot be quantified, for it is priceless, boundless, and immeasurable. No elixir, no matter how potent, can replicate the healing power of a mother’s touch. It is a balm for the soul, a salve for the heart, a remedy that soothes all aches. Mothers are the architects of dreams, the weavers of hope, the pillars of strength. They are the … Continue reading A Tribute to Mothers

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The Poetic Universe

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In the land of a poem, time is but an illusion, a mere specter that holds no sway. It is a place where the chasm between hunger and its satisfaction is non-existent, where the line separating joy from sorrow is blurred. It is a sanctuary where I can reach out to you, in a manner more profound than the mere touch of skin. You can trace your fingers along the contours of my verses, feel the weight of my thoughts as they rise and fall with the rhythm of my heartbeat. It’s a dance of words and emotions, a ballet … Continue reading The Poetic Universe