poetry
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A poem about what happens when the things we bury refuse to stay buried – and begin asking for a place of their own.
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What if we are not the bodies moving through this world, but the awareness inside them – here simply to witness, feel, and experience?
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My greatest fearis not that I will drown. I’ve made uneasy peacewith deep water. It’s that I’ll climb from it,kiss my children goodnight, and leave behind just enough seawateron my skin for themto wonder someday why they’re thirsty.
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Do we age out of relevance,or just out of being looked at first? Do softening faces lose their gravity,or do they finally stop performing light for people who never intended to stay? If beauty fades,does truth get louder? And when the mirror stops shouting youth, what part of us begins to speak? ©️ 2026 LimitlessStimulus.com
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Just one flawed person.Just one human being…whose frequency harmonizes with my own. Not because we are identical,but because somewhere beneath the noise…our fractures ring out in the same key. Your loneliness humming like a prayer.While I hum wonder like a wound.And somehow, together,it becomes music instead of ache. Not destiny.Not fantasy.Just… recognition. Like two tuning…
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I dreamt he walked around the corner…And when his eyes found mine,we froze there for a moment,eyes already brimming with tearsbefore either of us could speak. Not from sorrow,but from recognition. We ran to each otherlike two lost things finally returned.Arms wrapped tight enoughto hold back time itself. Familiarity I hadn’t tasted in far, far…
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••• I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams… . … and until you’ve quietly planned your exit from this world in secret silence only to stay at the very last minute… because the thought of hurting the people you love in any way becomes its own kind of suffering… . … until you’ve…
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This poem tears apart the illusion that weight gain equals happiness. Beneath a “healthy” body might be something starved, hollow, and quietly decaying—an inner life no one bothers to see. Dark, raw, and unapologetic, it exposes the cost of being visibly fine while starving inside.
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