Month: December 2023

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Eyes: they are not just windows to the soul, but portals to infinity …

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Who cares what color your eyes are when they hold the entire cosmos within them? They are not just windows to the soul, but portals to infinity, reflecting the boundless expanse of the universe. In their depths, galaxies swirl and stars twinkle, each fleck of color a constellation of dreams and mysteries. They are not just eyes; they are cosmic wonders, holding the secrets of the universe within their gaze. Who cares what color your eyes are when they shimmer with the light of a thousand suns, illuminating the path to the unknown? They are not just orbs of sight, … Continue reading Eyes: they are not just windows to the soul, but portals to infinity …

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Find someone that makes you feel like a poem …

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Find someone whose heart beats in rhythm with yours, someone who will tremble at the thought of your touch. Seek out a soul whose very essence is a symphony of emotions, whose fingers are like a poet’s pen, crafting verses of tenderness and passion upon your skin. In their touch, you will find a language of love, a silent poetry that speaks volumes. Each caress will be a verse, each embrace a stanza, weaving a tale of longing, desire, and connection. Their touch will be a canvas, painting a masterpiece of intimacy and understanding. Find someone who understands the power … Continue reading Find someone that makes you feel like a poem …

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Sometimes, love exists, sometimes, love can only be heard …

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Sometimes, love exists in the quiet moments, in the spaces between words and actions. It is a force that transcends language, a feeling that cannot be contained by mere expressions. Sometimes, it is all beautiful without the need for words, a symphony of emotions that echoes through our souls. In those moments, love is understood, a shared connection that requires no explanation. It is a bond that is felt, a warmth that envelops us, a sense of belonging that fills our hearts. It is a language of the heart, a communication that goes beyond the spoken word. Yet, there are … Continue reading Sometimes, love exists, sometimes, love can only be heard …

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“Mom, why do the best people die?” “When you’re in a garden, which flowers do you pick?” “The most beautiful ones.”

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In the garden of life, we are surrounded by a tapestry of souls, each one a unique and precious bloom. Some flowers are vibrant and bold, their beauty captivating all who behold them. Others are gentle and unassuming, their grace and kindness quietly touching the hearts of those around them. The best people, like the most beautiful flowers, seem to be taken from us too soon. Their light shines brightly, their fragrance fills the air, and their absence leaves a void in the garden of our lives. We are left to wonder why such radiant souls are called to depart, … Continue reading “Mom, why do the best people die?” “When you’re in a garden, which flowers do you pick?” “The most beautiful ones.”

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Beneath my skin …

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Beneath my skin lies a treasure trove of stories, a tapestry woven with the threads of my existence. I am the coursing rivers of blood, the resilient flesh, and the sturdy bones that carry me through life’s journey. I am the weight of regret, the haunting whispers of “what ifs,” and the unwavering beacon of hope that guides me forward. I am the silver-tongued poet, weaving words into melodies that dance upon the air, and I am the heart of gold, brimming with compassion and empathy. I am the delicate paper, bearing the imprints of my experiences, the flowing water … Continue reading Beneath my skin …

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 Yearning to be loved  …

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We yearn to be loved, to be held in the embrace of another’s affection. But when love eludes us, we seek admiration, a glimmer of recognition that we are worthy and valued. And when admiration fails, we are left with fear, a trembling of the soul before the emptiness of isolation. Desperate for connection, we seek to evoke some sort of emotion in others, to stir the depths of their being and feel the warmth of their response. For the soul cannot bear the coldness of isolation, the barrenness of a world devoid of human touch. But when even this … Continue reading  Yearning to be loved  …

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Neoliberalism as a new fascism

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Those who dismiss the unemployed and dependent as ‘parasites’ fail to comprehend the intricate dynamics of economics and parasitism. They fail to recognize that a successful parasite is one that operates unnoticed by its host, one that can manipulate its host into working for it without appearing burdensome. In a capitalist society, the ruling class embodies this concept, subtly extracting wealth and labor from the masses while avoiding the label of being a burden. Neoliberalism, with its emphasis on deregulation, privatization, and free market capitalism, can be likened to a new form of fascism. It perpetuates a system where the … Continue reading Neoliberalism as a new fascism

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Let me fill my bowl with the sweetness  …

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They told me to pour my heart into everything I do, so I poured and poured and poured. I gave of myself, my passion, my soul, until I was emptied of all but echoes of my former self. Now they ask me why I’m so empty, and I say I want a little sugar, kindness in my bowl. I gave my all, my love, my fervor, until I was a vessel drained of its essence. I poured my heart into the world, into the dreams, the hopes, the endeavors, until I was left hollow, yearning for the sweetness of compassion, … Continue reading Let me fill my bowl with the sweetness  …

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Let your humanity be the masterpiece

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Build on your humanity, let compassion be the cornerstone of your existence. Let kindness be the mortar that binds the bricks of your character. In the grand architecture of your soul, let empathy be the foundation upon which you stand, and understanding the framework that shapes your perspective. Keep hope as a beacon, a steadfast light that guides you through the darkest nights. Let it be the North Star that steers your course, the unwavering belief that tomorrow holds promise, that the sun will rise again, and that joy will find its way to your heart. Dream big, let your … Continue reading Let your humanity be the masterpiece

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The poet

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The poet, a weaver of dreams and emotions, holds the sacred authority to spin their reveries into verses, to breathe life into the intangible and paint the world with their imagination. Their pen is a conduit for the depths of their soul, an instrument that gives voice to the unspoken and shapes the formless. In this realm of poetic sovereignty, the poet’s words need not seek validation or agreement. They are free to wander through the labyrinth of their thoughts, to explore the uncharted territories of their mind, and to capture the fleeting whispers of their heart. For the poet’s … Continue reading The poet