Category: Poetry
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The Haunting of Darkness in a Place of Safety Or Was Till Now
I am house sitting in a place that was a haven, yet now that I am alone and have been for over a day something is off… words can not describe it yet those hairs on the back of the neck stand on end.
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Whispers of the Void
Shadows stir in the silence, whispering truths long buried. The weight of stillness presses in, holding back something untamed, something waiting. A ghost of the past rises, uninvited yet familiar, pressing against the walls of a mind that resists and a heart that aches. The void listens. It never forgets.
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Poetry as a Tool for Emotional Freedom
Poetry is a peculiar thing, isn’t it? So delicate, yet so defiant. It has this uncanny ability to whisper truths that we’d rather scream but can’t. Anyway, let me tell you about how poetry became my secret weapon—not against the world, but against my own tempestuous emotions. And how, remarkably, it rescued me from a…
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Tears in the Rain
In this poem I explore where rain becomes more than weather—where memories linger in the air, shifting but never gone.
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Aching Through Time
A poem from my heart. I will leave what I am writing about up to you to guess. It is in a way a love poem in my usual chaos of course. I am eager to see if anyone gets it.
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Rushing Roaring Fate
The pull is sudden, familiar yet unknown. A step forward before thought, before hesitation. The current moves, undeniable. Fate or choice—tis already decided. Trust, leap, flow
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Time and Trouble
The poem explores themes of uncertainty and chaos, highlighting the interplay between instinct, trouble, and the passage of time.
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Tempest Born
The wind does not move. It takes. The storm rips, devours, remakes—not as it was, but as it must be. Chaos does not ask. It does not wait. It just is.
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The Chaos Within
The content explores the chaos within, symbolized by squirrels and rabbits, highlighting the endless pursuit of shiny distractions and the excitement of uncovering deeper disturbances.
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Time Bleeds, Space Cracks
The echoes whisper The static hums The dream bends But does not break Reality frays Time bleeds Space cracks The pulse in the void Silence screams The spin does not stop The abyss does not end And still The voices Sing
Who am I? 