poetry

  • Hi to all. I’m taking a break. FYI. We’ll call it a brief hiatus. In my personal life this last year, I’ve had death after death after death. That, atop other things… well, it’s really taken a toll on me. If you’re reading this and you like my content, I’d really appreciate if you took…

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  • War & Bagels Before 9:47 a.m. | poem

    A poem about doomscrolling, nervous-system triage, and eating a cream-cheese-loaded bagel while the world burns—because being human is horrifying, sacred, and absurd.

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  • Time | poem

    Time | poem

    A philosophical poem exploring time, perception, and consciousness—blending science, Hermetic philosophy, and existential reflection to question whether reality is fixed, or simply a frequency we’ve learned to believe.

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  • Spectrum of Our Reality | poem

    We cling to our perspectives like crowns and call them truth. But what if every viewpoint is just one color in a much larger spectrum? A poetic meditation on certainty, ego, and the quiet power of multiplicity.

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  • Lighter, Anyway | poem

    Lighter, Anyway | poem

    A meditation on lost joy, existential misalignment, and the lingering echo of survival.

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  • The Tragic Beauty of Sunlit Dust | poem

    A meditation on collective reckoning and the paradox of revelation. The Tragic Beauty of Sunlit Dust explores the quiet grief — and strange grace — of seeing what was always there once the light finally enters the room.

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  • 43 | poem

    43 | poem

    My annual birthday poem—written in the heart of Aquarius season.

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  • The Darkest Corners | poem

    The Darkest Corners | poem

    On illumination, complicity, and the moment when hidden systems can no longer pretend to be clean.

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  • Funny Little Beings | poem

    Funny Little Beings | poem

    A poem about the quiet imbalance between body and mind—and the way of being human that lives in between.

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  • Tattered | poem

    Tattered | poem

    A poem about what we carry after the war is over — the parts of ourselves we hide, protect, and keep alive beneath the scars.

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