poetry
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“Tomorrow” by Shelly Moore Caron • My cup’s empty todayAnd that’s okay.Tomorrow isAnother day.For now I’ll layIn my warm bed.Wrapped in comfortSteeped in dread.But it’ll be okayOf this I am aware.It’s just todayI cannot bear.Don’t condescendWith sugared words.All I needIs to feel heard.My cup’s empty todayAnd that’s okay.Tomorrow isAnother day. •••
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I felt inspired today, so I wrote another poem and created a video for it that is much different from anything I’ve done before. I’ve felt a bit boxed in lately and am stretching my arms to break free. I wrote this poem about the dichotomy of love versus despair… along with revealing the purpose
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A quick but beneficial 3 minute and 33 second meditation. ☀️ I wrote this poem April of last year. Decided this morning to turn it into audio/video. I hope you enjoy it. 🫶🏻
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“Sunrise” {A short self-care poem by Shelly Moore} ☀️ 🌈 She awakened wearing beige and grey. Realized she’d dulled her shine away. Feeling the vibrancy within her core, She became more colorful than ever before.
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“Octopus” by Shelly Moore • Can you imagine? I shut my very best qualities down, For the general appeasement of clowns. My fascination with things unseen, Thrown away so I’d fit into the scene. My insatiable thirst for new experience, Bound and gagged to keep them content. My wide open hungry mind & beaming smile,
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“Snow Day”Written by Shelly Moore©️LimitlessStimulus.com 2023 Snow fell from the skiesIt blankets our treesTurns everything whiteMakes everything clean Snow fell from the skiesSome piss and moanI laced up my bootsTrudged outside alone Snow fell from the skiesI didn’t wear mittensI wanted to feelMy fingers ice bitten Snow fell from the skiesCrunches beneath my feetDulled ambient
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“40” by Shelly Moore Caron • I wouldn’t choose a warm beachover hiking through the trees.This skin isn’t much a fan of sunblame these Scottish-Irish genes. I have never (ever) loved myselfthe way I probably deserve.I’ve expected someone else towhen I’m unsure of my own worth. I believe in otherworldly things,Let me peek inside your
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A poetic letter from a mother to her daughter (and to the younger self within us all), exploring resilience, empathy, and how to navigate life’s calm waters and rapids with grace. A tender reflection on growth, darkness, and remembering why we came here.
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