poetry
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Don’t believe the algorithm. Most humans are still breathtaking. Watch without the glass between you: The littles climbing bus stairs, Backpacks too big, Grins too wide, Mothers waving like lighthouse beams. You can feel the love radiate, And you’re allowed to borrow some — A sip, a spark, Just enough to keep going For one…
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A poem about projection, conditioning, kindness, and the strange contradictions of being human. A dark-feminine dissection of what shapes us — and what we refuse to see.
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An intimate poem about rejecting small talk and craving depth — the kind of conversations that cut through polite pleasantries and reach soul-level truth.
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“I’m Sorry, But…” by Shelly Moore Caron ©️ 2025 •• I’m sorry, but… Nobody on this planet gives a single shit about you. Until you really get this — you’re doomed. You’ll spend your whole adult life Steeping in why’s. The only person who can save you… is you. • You’re holding everyone to a…
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Not all famines strike the belly. Some live beneath the ribcage, where marrow aches for what it’s never given.
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©️ 2025 Limitless Stimulus ••• “Soul Sediment” by Shelly Moore Caron • Wise words flow beneath the chaotic chatter of a mind in overdrive. They battle with my need for validation in order to survive. Imagine colorful layers of strata as they’ve settled over time: the bottom layer solid, the top in motion all the time. The wind blows and the sand moves, …
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“You Are Not Falling” A poem by Shelly Moore Caron • You are not failing.You are falling — yes —but not into death.Into depth. Into the part of yourselfthat has no words left,only breath.Only ache.Only open hands. Let this grief be holy.Let the fatigue be sacred.You are not meant to rise every time. Sometimes, the…
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“42” 🎂 by Shelly Moore Caron • February 9th brings many things. Forty-two years ago my mother birthed me. I came into this world; forfeiting my wings. On my 17th bday it was a warm 75 degrees. This year, however, I’m watching heavy snow fall on trees. I’m beyond grateful for all that I…
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“Shell(y)” by Shelly Moore Caron • Everything I do is for my children.I keep a double last name so I will match them.I gave up everything I am to be beside them. I’ve shed all that was so I could raise them. I lost track of who I am because I owe them.I owed all that I…
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I wrote this one this morning. I hope you enjoy it. Trigger warning: It’s a bit of a tearjerker.. I apologize… but I hope its message touches your heart as it did mine. Thanks for listening. ♥️ ©️ “Ava” a poem by S. Moore of Limitless Stimulus. Music: LifestreamMusician: Dream Machine All videos used free…
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