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Imperfect dance of life

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In the imperfect dance of life, I have come to realize that perfection is but a distant dream, and that both I and the world are flawed in our own beautiful ways. I have learned that fairytales are but illusions, and that hurt, pain, and disappointment are inevitable companions in this journey called life. As I navigate through the uncertainties of existence, I find myself grappling with the need to temper my expectations, to release the weight of worry that has settled in my mind after enduring life’s relentless blows. It is a natural instinct to shield ourselves from harm, … Continue reading Imperfect dance of life

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Spring in my chest …

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I saw my soul once, near my father’s grave, crying. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, a glimpse into the depths of my being laid bare amidst the somber backdrop of loss. The tears flowed freely, a testament to the emotions that surge within me when the world seems to conspire against my spirit. Crying is what I do when the winds blow, and the sky knows, and I am alone. In those solitary moments, I find solace in the release of my tears, a silent communion with the elements that bear witness to my inner turmoil. The sky, … Continue reading Spring in my chest …

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Your touch has sparked entire worlds and loves within me

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Your touch, like a painter’s brush, created entire worlds and loves within me. With each gentle caress, you breathed life into the depths of my soul, igniting a fire that burned with passion and desire. Your fingertips traced constellations across my skin, weaving stories of love and longing, of dreams and desires. In the warmth of your embrace, I found myself lost in a universe of emotions, swirling, and colliding like stars in the night sky. Your touch awakened dormant galaxies within me, sparking a cosmic symphony of love and connection that echoed through the very fabric of my being. … Continue reading Your touch has sparked entire worlds and loves within me

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Roots …

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We shall grow together, intertwined like the roots of old trees, reaching deep into the earth, seeking sustenance and strength. Your essence will flow into me, like chlorophyll, giving me life and vitality, making the grass greener on this side of love. I long to be your leaves, swaying in the gentle breeze of your touch, feeling the cooling raindrops of your love, nourishing, and refreshing my soul. Together, we will stand tall and strong, weathering the storms and basking in the warmth of the sun, our love growing deeper and stronger with each passing day. Let us grow together, … Continue reading Roots …

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Another kind of prayer

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I pray in poems, weaving my yearnings into verses that dance upon the page, a sacred tapestry of hopes and desires. Yet, I yearn to transcend the confines of written words, to learn to pray through the very essence of my being. I want to pray through the rhythm of my breath, a symphony of inhales and exhales that whispers my intentions to the universe. I seek to pray through the vivid landscapes of my dreams, through the restless nights that bear witness to the turmoil of my soul. I long to pray through the boundless expanse of love, and … Continue reading Another kind of prayer

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I do hope that …

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I hope you find the home you’re searching for in the arms of someone who will create spring fields with the fallen leaves inside you. May you find solace in the embrace of a love that nurtures and heals, where the scars of the past are transformed into blossoming meadows of hope and renewal. Let the warmth of their touch breathe life into the dormant parts of your soul, and may you find comfort in the knowledge that you are cherished and understood. I hope you fall in love so generously; you will lose count of how much love you … Continue reading I do hope that …

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Madalena da Paz feelings

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All I have left of him is his scent, a fragile fragment of memory that I cradle in the palm of my hand. It’s a piece of cut cloth from what used to be our pillow, a relic of the days when our lives were intertwined, our dreams woven together in the fabric of our shared existence. Now, it’s all I have, wrapped in clear plastic to shield it from the ravages of time and the cruelty of the elements. He has left behind a tangle inside of me, a knot of emotions and longing that will take years to … Continue reading Madalena da Paz feelings

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An impolite guest

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Even if you use commas, put a period, and run away from suspension points, the rhythm of life will find its own cadence. Sooner or later, love will be impolite, a bold intruder that enters your life without asking for permission. It arrives unannounced, a tempest in the calm of your existence, disrupting the carefully constructed walls you’ve built around your heart. It doesn’t heed the rules of engagement, nor does it wait for the perfect moment to make its grand entrance. Love is impolite, an audacious guest at the banquet of your solitude. It disregards the formalities, sweeping you … Continue reading An impolite guest

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Spill yourself out!

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Pour yourself onto the paper, let the ink flow like a river, carrying the weight of your unspoken words. Drag the pen across the page, etching your story into the fibers, staining it with tear marks and the rawness of your emotions. Breathe life into the pages, infusing them with the scent of your struggles, the echoes of your internal battles. Handle it as though it were poison, for the words you spill onto the paper are potent, a reflection of your deepest truths. Slide it between the leaves of an old, dusty book, a relic of your unspoken confessions, … Continue reading Spill yourself out!

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The questions …

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“What do you want?” they asked, their voices lingering in the air like a whisper carried by the wind. “Nothing,” I replied, my words a gentle defiance, “I have myself and my will and my fights.” “But what will make you happy?” they persisted; their concern etched in the lines of their faces. I shook my head, at a loss for words, for how do I express the yearning that resides within me? How do I articulate the longing for sunsets that paint the sky in hues of fiery passion, and whirlwinds that dance with untamed freedom? How do I … Continue reading The questions …