poetry
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Some people crave comfort- I crave expansion. ••• “Salted Truths + Umami Dialect” Written by Shelly Moore Caron • I’d never ever claim to know everything. Hell, not even close. I am every bit as lost as the next person. But– I am a perpetual and insatiable student of this existence. Craving the formation of…
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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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“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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