Month: February 2024

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Grumpy

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He donned passion like a cloak worn backwards, its intensity hidden from the world yet burning fiercely within. Humor, twisted in its delivery, found its way out in sardonic whispers, a mirror image of laughter that lingered in the shadows. Luck, that fickle mistress, danced in reverse around him, teasing with false promises and fleeting chances. Inappropriate love, a tangled web of emotions, wrapped around his heart like thorns in a forbidden garden, blooming in defiance of reason. An exact clock ticked relentlessly, a reminder of the unyielding march of time, while peace and quiet remained elusive, slipping through his … Continue reading Grumpy

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Simple moments

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The first cup of coffee in the morning is like a warm embrace for my soul. The aroma fills the air and wraps around me, awakening my senses and preparing me for the day ahead. It’s a ritual of comfort and anticipation, a moment of stillness before the world comes rushing in. Empty bookstores hold a special kind of magic. The shelves are lined with endless possibilities, each book a gateway to a new world or a new perspective. I love the quiet hum of potential that fills the air, the sense of discovery that comes with each turn of … Continue reading Simple moments

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Let us run away …

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In the land where mangos grow, let’s escape and find our own paradise. Underneath the celestial canopy, we’ll revel in each other’s intoxicating essence, promising to embrace like youthful paramours from four decades past. I’ll commit to memory every freckle and every pore on your cocoa-hued skin, while you hold me as if I were a feather in the breeze. Share with me your secrets and tales, evoking laughter, smiles, and tears, as we pledge an eternity together. Let’s never lose sight of why we fled, and let’s always remember to reminisce. Greet each new day like the unfurling morning … Continue reading Let us run away …

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Fragility

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As I sit here, contemplating the words on the page in front of me, I am struck by the realization of my own fragility. Like an un-agreeable mark of ink on a page, I resist my own depth and darkness. I am reminded that I am not invincible, that I am susceptible to the trials and tribulations of life. Just as the ink on the page can smudge and fade, so too can I be affected by the challenges that come my way. But in this fragility, I find a sense of humility and understanding. I am not perfect, and … Continue reading Fragility

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We rise

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I did not know that the bodies of women were meant to be a museum of tragedies, a collection of scars and wounds etched into our skin like ancient hieroglyphs. We are expected to carry the weight of the world on our shoulders, to bear the burdens of others without breaking. But we are not meant to be vessels for the sorrows of the world, we are not meant to carry the ocean without drowning. Our bodies are not meant to be a repository for pain and suffering, but a vessel for strength and resilience. We are not defined by … Continue reading We rise

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Words of love

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Words are the echoes of love, lingering in the chambers of my heart. I write to preserve the essence of love that once danced within me, to keep its flame burning in the recesses of my soul. For poetry is the language of affection, a tender embrace captured in the verses of a lover. And if the poet is the interpreter of silence, then who am I? I am a woman who breathes life into each line, even if they never lead back to me. I reveal myself through the tapestry of my words, even if I remain hidden within … Continue reading Words of love

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His eyes

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His eyes have their own vocabulary, a language that speaks volumes without uttering a single word. They hold the wisdom of ages, the depth of the ocean, and the warmth of the sun. Each glance tells a story, each gaze a chapter in the book of his soul. To learn this language is to embark on a journey of understanding and connection. It is a beautiful and intricate dance of interpretation, where every flicker and sparkle hold meaning and significance. It is a language that transcends barriers and speaks to the heart in ways that words cannot. What a beautiful … Continue reading His eyes

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May you find love in its truest form

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n the quiet moments of the day, I find myself lost in the beauty of love. It is my fervent hope and prayer that all may experience the joy and warmth that love brings. For when you find it, it is like stumbling upon a hidden treasure, a precious gem that fills your heart with light and your soul with peace. True love is not just a fleeting moment of passion, but a symphony of emotions that transcends the physical realm. It is a sonnet born of the heart, a melody that lingers in the air, weaving its magic through … Continue reading May you find love in its truest form

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In my heart there is no space for bitterness

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In my heart, I hold no bitterness, no anger, no lingering resentment for those who have crossed my path, leaving scars upon my soul. They who neglected, hurt, and abused, their actions like a tempest, have come and gone, leaving me weathered but not broken. I harbor no grudge for those who turned away, their words a dagger, their disregard a heavy burden. For in the tapestry of life, I have come to understand the intricate weave of human frailty. I stand before the mirror of my own mistakes, acknowledging the times I too have stumbled, been selfish, and caused … Continue reading In my heart there is no space for bitterness

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Who would not want to hear a poem before sleeping at night?

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As the world slips into slumber, who would not want to be cradled by the gentle cadence of a poet’s words? To feel the tender embrace of verse, like a lullaby for the soul, weaving dreams and whispers through the corridors of the mind. Who would not yearn for their essence to be captured in the delicate threads of a poet’s imagination? To have their eyelashes likened to the golden tendrils of sunlight, dancing through the morning’s embrace, casting warmth upon the world. And who could resist the allure of becoming a child once more, nestled in the arms of … Continue reading Who would not want to hear a poem before sleeping at night?