I will not let the weight of old winds bend your wings any longer. You will soar, not for escape, but for discovery. We…
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A gentle smile, a steady tone, kindness held with careful grace. No harsh rejection, no retreat, just warmth that time will not erase. A hand…
1 CommentA soul refrains from distant quests, Throne, temple, summit—all forsaken. The answer dwells, soft-spoken, near, Its whispers carried on dawn’s breath. Kindness becomes…
1 CommentThe tides still reach though hands grow thin, Oars lie quiet where once they’d been. From spade to sail, from heart to shore, A…
1 CommentVelveteen Rabbit: left forgotten on the floor, overlooked, shy, sawdust-made, snubbed by the grand and mechanical, a world of prideful toys, and absent understanding.…
1 CommentWaves of fresh wind dance, stirring thought, Sunlight strikes, and skies shift, darkened and undone. The canopy of words ripples, foliage alive, in…
1 CommentIn hushed moments, where whispers gently drift, As shadows play beneath the moonlit haze. The world stirs softly, cradled in its gift. Each heartbeat…
1 CommentHistory does not pause for breath, it moves like morning, inevitable yet unnoticed. We carve decisions into it, rough edges and second guesses,…
1 CommentThey tell us to hold steady, keep the ground firm, but the ground itself shifts— silent adjustments beneath the weight of old decisions. Change…
1 CommentThe street moves beneath us, shifting without command, we say we walk freely, but the road has already been carved. Someone chose its shape…
Leave a CommentSecrets remain shrouded, unspoken, yet I see them seep into the spaces between breaths. Truth, as it stands, refuses the grasp of words— it…
1 CommentSecrets are secret Truth cannot expound Everything is vanity No comfort to be found Truth is relative or so it is, they say Life…
Leave a CommentO Lord of ecstasy, of frenzy, of the unstoppable tide, Look upon this withered world and laugh! They have traded crowns for shackles, Strength…
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Some lilac for my mane, O tender blood of Brush? Gentle… gentle she says me, my hallows be the cush. Run me through and then…
Leave a CommentThe winds howl their raucous decree, Sea-born gods bellow—wild, unshackled! Foam-crested steeds surge forth, Brazen, unbridled, shattering silence! The song of the deep erupts—…
1 CommentIn the city, the cat walks its first life, a dupe wandering through alleyways, seeking warmth and food from strangers. One night, it follows…
1 CommentTomorrow is another day: yes’day as was before. Get the best where resource er none but proceed a hundred must: to charge onward tasks, is-…
Leave a CommentAt 3:20, when the night breathed soft, I woke, pages of inorganic laid before me, But my mind was adrift, far from formulas and facts,…
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In the still of night, . . . a voice becomes Dawn’s first light Where every shadow meets its end Reverie ascends skyward: a final…
Leave a CommentThrough the eyes of a stranger, I walk the crowded streets, My thoughts hidden behind A façade of indifference. Always writing under breath Each…
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