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Nights

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The nights were shrouded in mystery, a cloak of darkness enveloping my thoughts and emotions. I found myself standing on the edge of solitude, unsure of what lay beyond. With each passing hour, I felt the weight of my memories pressing down upon me, a heavy burden that I could not shake. In the quiet stillness of the night, I found myself stripped bare, my vulnerabilities exposed to the world. I was forced to confront the ghosts of my past, to relive moments that had long been buried deep within my soul. And yet, as I stood there, vulnerable, and … Continue reading Nights

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Rain

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The heavy raindrops tap-danced on the old tiles of your small house, a symphony of nostalgia and longing. Each drop seemed to whisper your name, echoing through the empty rooms and corridors of your heart. The gray day outside mirrored the somber mood within, as memories of you flooded the streets like a river of lost dreams. The aroma of freshly roasted coffee filled the air, a feeble attempt to mask the absence of your presence. The scent of your skin, once so familiar and comforting, now lingered only in the corners of your mind, a bittersweet reminder of what … Continue reading Rain

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Poetess

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I am not defined by labels or constraints, I am a free spirit, a wandering soul, a poetess with a heart full of stories waiting to be told. I am the whisper of the wind, the dance of the leaves, the melody of the nightingale’s song. I am the silence in between the words, the pause before the storm, the calm before the chaos. I am a canvas waiting to be painted, a symphony waiting to be composed, a masterpiece waiting to be unveiled. I am the fire in your eyes, the passion in your heart, the longing in your … Continue reading Poetess

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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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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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Life: the best teacher

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In the quiet moments of reflection, I used to believe that I held the world within my grasp. I had a clear vision of who I was meant to be, where my path would lead, and the desires that would shape my life. It all seemed so straightforward, so uncomplicated. Yet, time and again, the world unfolded before me in ways I could never have anticipated. It presented challenges beyond my wildest imagination, tested my resilience in ways I was never prepared for, and upended my understanding just when I thought I had it all figured out. The world, I … Continue reading Life: the best teacher

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Little box

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In the depths of my mind, there lies a secret artifact a box of thought, adorned with elegance, a rare crystal in my imagination as insomnia wanders through my body, I am led to this poetess of prose amidst a disturbing serenity, I open the box and silently ponder its contents. Within this little world, there is a place for everyone where beings fit into my whole being, finding their own space Some alongside another, sharing existence and journeying together others finding solace in their own company, coexisting with themselves. In my little box, I keep these souls close eager … Continue reading Little box

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February 6, 2018, at 1:07 PM ·

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In the hushed whispers of time’s embrace, there exists a tale, a symphony of love and passion, once adrift, almost losing its way home. It danced upon the edge of forgetting, forgetting the essence of life’s purpose, the essence of now. Not the past, not the future, but the present, the very moment we breathe. We are but wanderers in the labyrinth of our own making, unable to change the footprints we’ve left behind, uncertain of the path that unfurls before us. Yet, in this uncertain dance, today and now are the only truths that hold weight. If someone holds … Continue reading February 6, 2018, at 1:07 PM ·

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Made of sugar

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In a world made of sugars, she longed for the taste of other poisons, believing that this oath would lead her to find happiness, a way to escape. Her desire was to evoke the most delicate blue in her eyes, to rediscover innocence in the smartest way, with no time for want. She immersed herself in a single word, one that could encompass all letters and sounds, to fill the void that demanded tears, yearning, and hope. This word, a universe in itself, held the power to explain everything that eluded her, encompassing her entirely. She crafted worlds, seeking other … Continue reading Made of sugar

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Prayer of love

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I am the verse that holds your name, a sacred melody that paints the sunset with our colors. I confess the pain of longing, the hope that heals, and the love that transcends imperfections. In the future-more-than-perfect, we walk hand in hand, shaping our dreams. To love is to change the very home of our souls, to live in each other’s embrace. Love is the prayer on our lips, the laughter in our souls, and the breath that respects each pause and hesitation. I carry your burdens on my shoulders, finding solace in the refuge of your skin. I want … Continue reading Prayer of love