poetry
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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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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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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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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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A meditation on lost joy, existential misalignment, and the lingering echo of survival.
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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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A poem about the quiet imbalance between body and mind—and the way of being human that lives in between.
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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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