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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It’s not my time then when will it ever be? I mean I am trying aren’t I my friends aren’t trying yet they in it…
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Tears mixed with rain, Blood mixed with wine, And the blankest face covered by the glory if the moon. Wind overpowers little flames, Glasses shunning…
Leave a CommentA 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…
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Let my soul burn in the pyre of yr fire My life is for you…And you alone How many sonnets have I written for you?…
2 CommentsVelveteen 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 CommentI should’ve gone up to their grave But today I wept for another that I lost And tomorrow is Mother’s Day Sorry, Mum, but you’re…
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…
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My eyes became the moon, always following after the sun You shine so bright; too much so I didn’t know what this was I was…
Leave a CommentA ball of yarn, as your soul A cat at heart, I fill the hole A plaything, forever i will be Who are you to…
Leave a CommentIf you were the rain, i’d want to be the ground that holds you, even if only for a little Clouds are a curiosity, not…
Leave a CommentLet the candlelight lead us On the path to love It will lift us up when the sadness falls Only death is more poweful But…
1 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…
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