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Into poetry …

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Before I poured my soul into poetry, I harbored a fervent energy that urged me to venture into realms unknown. It beckoned me to undertake endeavors that elevated my spirit, that tore me open at the seams, and ignited a flame within me, allowing me to dwell within myself without longing for more. At last, my fingers met the page, and in that moment, I discovered a profound truth: bliss does not reside in escape, but in immersion, in acceptance, and in embodiment. Many wander through life as strangers to themselves, never truly embracing their own essence. It’s imperative to … Continue reading Into poetry …

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A glorious day!

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Wouldn’t it be a most wondrous day when the self-proclaimed followers of Christ truly embodied his teachings? When they stood alongside the marginalized and the downtrodden, speaking out against injustice and lifting the voices of the oppressed. Imagine a world where the tenets of love, compassion, and empathy were not just spoken, but lived out in every action and every decision. In this world, the weary would find solace, the broken would find mending, and the forgotten would find their voices amplified. It would be a day of true unity, where the plight of the oppressed was not just acknowledged, … Continue reading A glorious day!

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Throw it away!

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Wrap up your emotions, tie them to a brick and cast them into the flowing river. Let the current carry them away, for no one seems to care. Love with every fiber of your being, encapsulate your soul in a bottle, along with a tender love note, and set it adrift upon the river’s surface. Let it wander, guided by the whims of the water. Strip yourself bare, donning nothing but a smile, and stand amidst a vast field, letting the world behold your unadorned authenticity. For it is in the rawness of our truth that we captivate the hearts … Continue reading Throw it away!

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Fate …

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Fate, the fickle trickster, plays with our hearts like a puppeteer pulling the strings of destiny. It dangles the promise of happiness before our eager eyes, only to snatch it away at the last moment, leaving us feeling like foolish dreamers chasing after an elusive mirage. We are told that fate is a cruel jester, offering us empty hands while whispering sweet promises in our ears. It teases us with the possibility of joy and fulfillment, only to laugh as we stumble and fall in our pursuit of it. We are left feeling like hapless fools, duped by fate’s cruel … Continue reading Fate …

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Devil

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The devil is the absence of common sense, a shadow lurking in the corners of our minds. It’s the embodiment of organized crime, a web of deceit that ensnares the unwary. It is the pleasure that stands alone, disconnected from the warmth of love, a seductive illusion that leads us astray. The devil is the other side of humanity, the weak and flawed aspects that we try to hide. It is the darkness that resides within us, the rotten core that festers in the depths of our souls. It is the side of vanity, arrogance, and pride, a web of … Continue reading Devil

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Duality …

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There’s nowhere to run, no escape route, no secret trap doors to slip through. The troubles that weigh heavy on our hearts cannot be meditated away, and there’s no hiding out in the present moment. The only path forward is through the storm, facing it head-on, embracing the turmoil that threatens to consume us. We are called to surrender to the arms of the beloved, in whatever form they may take. It could be the warmth of a lover’s embrace, the solace of a friend’s understanding, or the gentle touch of our own hands. We are beckoned into the uncharted … Continue reading Duality …

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Existence …

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My soul is chronicled through the dance of gusts of wind and the cacophony of overcrowded rooms. It’s etched in the burnt tastebuds of bitter experiences, the chapped fingers of perseverance, and the warmth that colors my skin. Each bump and bruise become a part of me, absorbed by the weave of my memory. The past spreads across my consciousness like a thin coat of blood beneath my skin, an indelible mark of the moments that have shaped me.  Time may have the power to heal, but healing does not erase the passage of time. It lingers, a bittersweet reminder … Continue reading Existence …

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Storms …

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I carried many storms within me, a tempest of emotions and trials that shaped the landscape of my soul. I have weathered the tumultuous seas, washed myself ashore, and stood as my own tide and lighthouse. This journey of becoming me was no easy feat. I have let my demons dance, and I have uttered curses to the heavens in three languages. Forgive me, for in my vulnerability, I have bared my scars and revealed broken angels etched onto the canvas of my soul. I am the embodiment of night and sunshine, the dichotomy of light and shadow that resides … Continue reading Storms …

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Touch …

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Touch the innermost parts of me, for I am layered, a tapestry of depths and heights, of shadows and light. My ocean has no bottom, an endless expanse of mystery and wonder. Dive into the currents of my soul and learn to swim in me. Unravel the intricacies of my being, explore the hidden alcoves and the uncharted territories. Let your fingertips trace the contours of my spirit and feel the rhythm of my heart beneath your touch. Discover the stories etched upon the walls of my existence and immerse yourself in the symphony of my emotions. In the boundless … Continue reading Touch …

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Body language …

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She spoke with a wisdom that resonated deeply, “If we cannot revel in each other’s poetry, then there is nothing here. You cannot share the intimacy of another’s body each night and fail to find beauty in their language.” For in the whispers of our words, in the verses of our souls, lies the true essence of connection. To intertwine with another is to embrace the symphony of their thoughts, the cadence of their emotions, and the melody of their being. It is to cherish the artistry of their expression, to find solace in the verses that dance from their … Continue reading Body language …