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Prose about the beauty of words

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At 2:54 a.m., let me craft verses that strip away the veils of the mundane, words that stand unadorned, unashamed in their truth, barer than the flesh that whispers secrets in the dark. Let these syllables be the architects of strength, fortifying the spirit beyond the steadfastness of bone, weaving resilience into the fabric of our being, more enduring than the sinew that binds us. Let my prose touch you with the delicacy of a lover’s caress, with a sensitivity that trembles at the brush of nerve against the world’s canvas, painting emotions in hues so vivid, they leave the … Continue reading Prose about the beauty of words

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Canvas of Emotions

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Haven’t you ever wanted to be able to capture the raw emotion you feel when you’re depressed, petrified, elated, or in love? To have the complex ability to convey those feelings smoothly with ink, lead, or paint onto a blank piece of paper, acting as your canvas? In moments of deep solidarity, we become acutely aware of these feelings—those elusive, untranslatable emotions that defy the limits of language. They grip us tightly, like the weight of forgotten regrets and the ache of past mistakes. Tears well up, revealing only a hint of the complexity of sadness within. And then there’s … Continue reading Canvas of Emotions

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I wonder why arrivals never hurt, I wonder why departures always do …

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I am captivated by the ebb and flow of existence; the comings and goings that stitch the fabric of our days. Each breath, a silent witness to life’s fleeting dance, marks the rhythm of a world in constant motion. The rise and fall, a testament to the cycles that govern us — the heartbeat of the cosmos in the chest of humanity. The push and pull, a force as old as time, propels the cars that rush by in a steady stream, each a vessel of stories untold. Hellos and farewells punctuate our journeys, brief encounters that shape the narrative … Continue reading I wonder why arrivals never hurt, I wonder why departures always do …

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Beneath my chest

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In the quiet moments of solitude, I often found myself drawn to the rhythm beneath my chest, where the symphony of life played out in a dance of breath and heartbeat. With each gentle touch, I felt the subtle tremors of existence, a reminder of the intricate machinery that sustained me. It was not a mystical force that pulsed within me, but a raw, tangible power—the power to persist, to persevere in the face of trials and tribulations. A power not of spells or incantations, but of resilience and fortitude, the sheer will to continue on when the world grows … Continue reading Beneath my chest

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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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His eyes

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His eyes, like pools of midnight, held a depth of desire that could not be contained. They spoke volumes, uncensored and raw, drawing me in with their intoxicating invitation. And when his saccharine tongue touched mine, it ignited a primal carnality within me, a thirst that could not be quenched, a drought that had long been ignored. He marked me with his teeth, his fingers tangled in my hair, leaving me raw and exposed. His touch was a scorching fire, a thrust against my soft skin, leaving me breathless and wanting more. As he moved within me, I saw a … Continue reading His eyes

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Waste

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Wasted are the days where the skin beneath our clothes doesn’t get to touch people’s souls. There’s a profound longing in the unspoken yearning for connection, for the intimate dance of bare skin against the backdrop of shared vulnerability. In a world where barriers and boundaries often eclipse the raw beauty of human connection, we yearn for the simple yet profound act of baring our souls to one another. The touch of skin becomes a conduit for the unspoken language of empathy and understanding, a bridge that transcends the limitations of words. There’s a sacredness in the meeting of two … Continue reading Waste

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Go deeper …

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Love deeper than the surface, where the shallow tides of appearance ebb and flow. Delve into the depths where hearts intertwine and souls entwine, where the true essence of connection resides. Beyond the veneer of fleeting beauty, seek the enduring radiance that emanates from within, the kind that transcends the boundaries of time and space. If you love what you see, go deeper. Peer beyond the transient facade and into the labyrinth of emotions, where vulnerability and authenticity intertwine. Embrace the complexities that lie beneath the surface, for it is there that the most profound connections are forged. Beauty deeper … Continue reading Go deeper …

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Your eyes: the color of poetry

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I am seeking the very flowers in your eyes, let me rest my gaze on your iris! Pollinated pupil; ripe. Ripe with meaning, swollen with assurance. God’s tongue. You speak to me in the forgotten language of souls. I remember how we used to speak through silence before all the noise came. In the garden of your eyes, I find the blossoms of truth, delicate petals that whisper secrets only the heart can hear. Each glance is a dance, a ballet of emotions that twirls and pirouettes, painting a picture of love and understanding. Your eyes are the windows to … Continue reading Your eyes: the color of poetry

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At 3:13 am

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At 3:13 am on that fateful December night, love came to me in all its glory and splendor. It was a love that knew no bounds, a love that defied all logic and reason. I loved bluntly, with a passion that burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. For me, love was not just a feeling, but a physical sensation, a union of the vertebrae and the conjunction of the knees. It was saucy and beautiful, an overdose of courage that allowed me to love without judgment, without rules or restrictions. I loved the looks, the moonlight, the … Continue reading At 3:13 am