While sitting on a couch,

My mind came with a fable

On the clock placed above the table.

White, shiny, silver and style

Depicting every journey of mile.

 

Side by me was my mom

Sleeping soundly like a baby born.

Then I took a deep dive in pond

Of thoughts, confusion, worries and all.

 

Baby assumed was a baby ago a while

And certainly would be same for me after ...

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Our planet

Our breathing home

Where all life roam.

8.7 million known species

Coexist in unity

Lighting each new day.

 

But a silent tragic scream rises

From one million souls on the verge

Of becoming numb 

Of vanishing 

Of their stories being lost to time...

A silent extinction.

 

This cruel unraveling 

Threatens the very balance.

The essential resou...

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Think about it, yeah?

We walk on separate ground 

Each in our own head.

But dig a little, feel the pull beneath 

Like every breath we take, connects us.

 

But see, not just the breath we draw 

Nor the beat within 

But the unseen thread 

Woven through each soul.

This, a truth so divine.

 

The farmer's hand that brings life from the soil

The weaver's skills a p...

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MR BOJANGLES

 

Like Mr Bo...

my heart jangles

when your smile

misses your eyes.

The face of a clown

soft shoe shuffling

through my soul.

White hands clasped.

The generous frill

framing your mask,

flutters like a wing

across the circus tent

of my broken heart.

Funny shoes walk strong,

confidently skirting around

landmines of feeling

clothe...

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The page awaits, too silent to forgive, Each empty line a dare I can’t defend. What if I write what shouldn’t even live? What if I start, and ruin where I end? A phrase begins — I edit while I write, Then stop, and stare, and scroll, and check the time. The sentence fights its own pathetic fight, Too scared to be too dull, too sharp, too prime. I think of all the better things I’ve m...

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We are the builders of silent revolutions,
Overcoming storms that history forgot to name,
Mending broken worlds with steady hands and louder hearts,
Every dream carried like a flame through the dark,
Never asking permission to be powerful.

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We are grateful for you, men — for the ones who listen without rushing to fix, for the ones who hold space, who lift us without strings. We see the hands that help, the shoulders that share the weight, the eyes that meet ours without shrinking or swallowing us whole.

But gratitude is not a gag. We are allowed to say that we are tired, too. Tired of walking with keys clutched like knives, tired ...

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You wear your sins like royal thread,

a crown of thorns upon your head.

Your hands have built, your hands have torn,

they’ve held me close, they’ve left me worn.

 

The world cries out, it speaks your name,

etched in echoes carved by flame.

Yet in the dark, where no one sees,

you whisper love like dying leaves.

 

I hope it rains in hell—

not to quench your fire,

...

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Wholeness blossoms now.

He is my echo 

He breathes in my space 

His very being, mine.

Two streams that now combine 

In him, I am defined.

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There's always more.

The news a constant bleed.

A massacre announced, then war declared in haste

The ground already stained with fresh bloodshed

Is any of this ever truly justifiable?

The sickening arc of high-pitching grenades tearing through our air

Is the very heart of our country safe or is this a fragile claim?

The phones are ringing

The voices are raw, clawing for ans...

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Rough leaves hold a vibrant cup

Bold petals catch the sun's noon kiss

A burst of orange in the green

A scent of spice upon the air.

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I always stumble through the fog...always.

When the weight of everything presses down

On this fragile bones of mine

When the air itself feels heavy to breathe

Through thick unseen fog, I stumble

And the path ahead vanishes.

 

That is when my white tower rises

Through tangled thorns and blinding dust

His arms wide open across this land

And within that unwavering shelte...

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Footsteps hurry through the dark street

As amber glow spills onto the wet road.

Lovers stroll by hand in hand

I dream of their whispered words

Reaching the soul.

Their footsteps echo, sharp then fading away.

 

Rain falls again, blurring the scene.

A stray cat slinks through the darkness.

A dog barks in the distance, a lonely sound.

The wind sighs a creak through the w...

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Its bark a map, ringed with years

A silent host to nested wings.

It watched the seasons overlap

And whispered tales the old wind sings.

 

It saw the hunter with his spear

Felt rumbling of the beasts' hooves.

Then fields were cleared and homes began to rise

All reflected in its ancient, knowing eyes.

 

The lovers carved their vows within its skin

The weary sought sh...

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A cup of tea

A well-worn chair

The world may rush

A hurried blur

But here within 

Just settled calm

A peaceful sigh.

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A mysterious force once ruled the minds of chemists — Phlogiston, the invisible essence of fire. But as precision met curiosity, a new truth emerged from the flames. This poetic elegy wants to trace the rise and fall of a forgotten theory, and the spark that ignited modern science.
 

— a chemical elegy In days of old when alchemists bold By candlelight would muse, They spoke of flame an...

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There's a banana plant outside his window.

I know this because it's always there.

The way it stands,

Its leaves heavy and folding in on themselves

Green and heavy with life.

They stretch towards my fence like a longing

As if searching for something just beyond reach.

 

He steps from the shower

His skin slick with droplets

Glistening like morning dew on leaves

Every...

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Beautiful to be fallen in a love with you my beloved

A union two twin flames

theirs
one old soul’s
shared nostalgia

about
our actions, how we react
an intertwined mind
quale, in the way we act
an ordeal with life
born into circumstance

chaotic
the conundrum
all of the elements and alignments required
the complexity of an immaculate conception
the manifestation of a woman and...

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On Mondays, “Magician”
feels like the answer
On Tuesdays, Maybe a teacher?

Wednesdays, I think of willy wonka—
in my mind, a chocolate factory I see
and decide “He’s the one I want to be”

3 days of dreaming weren’t enough so,
Travellers intrigue me on Thursdays,
and Firefighter is an idea of Fridays

But at the end of the day, its tiring
being indecisive, and living off steam
But I...

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We sat in the soft dusk

The air heavy with a silence we couldn't shake.

Our friend was gone

But still we held his name between us.

It was a question unspoken, but felt by all.

 

One spoke first, his eyes distant.

The sea, where the water meets the sky

In the vastness, the endless horizon.

There he could be free

Carried far and beyond, like the wind

But never truly ...

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A yearning took root

My foolish heart exposed.

I gave in to wanting

Build castles of air

Watered my naive desires

Ignoring the whispers of doubt.

Then, the inevitable unraveling began.

The settling of the dust

The sudden frost

The withering of my petals

Leaving behind a bare stem.

Now, just the bare bones of what I was.

A hollow echo remains

A quiet shame set...

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It made me sad when I saw him there.

 

Beaten and bruised as he carried it. 

 

No one helped him.

 

No one cared. 

 

He hadn’t hurt anyone, yet they hated him.

 

He hadn’t stolen anything, yet they despised him.

 

All of this made no sense to me.

 

Why was a man who was faultless being punished?

 

Why was a man who healed and renewed life to people g...

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memories light my heart to start again

warmth in my veins like medicine

i open the door, gaze at my collection

candles in every crevice and corner

my house is overrun with light

but i am warm

so i let it burn

candles on my nightstand flicker

as i dream of fire consuming me

and awake to see the light i kept too close

fell during slumber, catching every other glow

i...

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At the forest's fringe,

Where vines embrace the sky,

A town forgotten 

Where concrete dreams hold no sway.

The last farmers,

Their hands a language of the soil,

Live here, where modern hands have slipped.

 

No paved roads reach them

No towers pierce the humid air.

Here, seasons paint their world in hues of green and gold.

Here, stories sprout like seedlings

In t...

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I would prefer to not have a taste of being chosen if it is fragile enough to be taken away in a second.

Why do I always keep my heart keen? I must be colder. I have to be in order to survive. 

I don't understand men. They desire me one day and despise me another.

Unfortunately I am hungry to be the one. To be loved. To be desired.

At the surface level I adore men, I truly do.

They ...

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which will break?

first my soul, then my voice

i wait outside the door and hear laughter

the good kind, this time

for a second, i see my reflection

in all of them standing together

until i remind myself not to be too hopeful

i meet all of them, wishing to be in their frames

but there’s been a change of plans, they say

CRAACK.

first my soul, then my voice

it’s just...

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roses are red, like a kiss, a stamp, a heart that has bled

or white, like doves, a dress, a jewel shining in the light

you, my friends, are yellow

not like dirty snow or old stains in carpet;

yellow like the sun that blinds us on our walk,

stars we gaze at from different windows until we look away,

keys that unlock us with every little talk

i picked the freshest flowers for my...

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“butterflies can’t see their own wings”

my wings were unique, folded and geometric

i felt proud, never hid them like a secret

i was called brave

              ↳”i’d want to die if i were you”

i pulled my antennas over my eyes

i naively accepted compliments at face value (i belonged)

when it came time to fly, i could only flutter

that’s all my wings could do (i was okay with...

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I stare at my reflection on the screen

A heavy stretch from one wall to the other

Trapped in a loop that never breaks—  

A time that plays forever, repeating.  

Images flicker, one after another

Chasing continuity like a ghost.  

They tell stories in clicks and clacks

Each frame pulling my eyes along

Swapping out contrasts like lenses

My gaze aching from too many rays ab...

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Feasting with eyes open, the greediness of a good life sets in

A hunger that gnaws, not for bread, but for their gilded ease.

Observing the well fed sitting on grand yachts

Their laughter a distant, mocking melody on the salt-laced breeze.

 

Feeling obscure on remote, innate objects

The rough texture of stone, the humble curve of a clay bowl

Suddenly alien, a cruel reminder of...

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How long will I yearn for peace?  

How long will I ache for the wind upon my skin?  

To fill my lungs with air once more

To gaze at the sky, longing for redemption 

To dip my feet in cold, misted waters until they turn blue—  

How long, I wonder?

I cannot say, for I do not know.  

For if I did

How sweet would freedom taste?  

How high would I soar on every breath I take?...

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You think the dark conceals your hand?

That darkness is my friend's command.

He sees your plots, your hidden snare,

And leaves your evil standing bare.

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I've never much believed in magic,

Yet my white rabbit came back.

He's here; I hold him close,

Look deep into his eyes.

 And what I see...

 A prisoner, a citizen,

 An old man, a father—my father.

 

A quiet understanding,

Where all my questions cease.

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Every day, I feel myself fading

Like a sesame seed withering slowly in poisoned soil.  

There's a hollow ache within this shallow heart

A gaping emptiness, waiting to be filled with something real.  

  

I'm caught in the slow drag of passing time

Like a river frozen in winter

Longing to surge forward

But held back by forces I don't yet understand.  

  

Is this a force...

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This sonnet addresses the irony of calling someone "coloured," highlighting the contrast between black skin, which remains constant, and white skin, which changes with emotional or physical states. This poem reflects on how the colour of one's skin can shift depending on circumstances, challenging the societal labels that define people by their appearance.

When I was born, my skin was dark as...

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Resembling beauty, I feel lost when unloved

A silent plea within each gaze.  

Like beauty, I crave tender hands

Soft and free in their embrace.  

 

Like beauty, I thirst for praise

A melody that fills the air

To pierce the dark, to stir the soul

To waken hearts both near and far.

 

Yet, like beauty, I long to fade

To slip beyond the hollow praise.

Beyond the lov...

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we are the created
the evolved
the creators

created in the image of our mothers and fathers
creating beings in the image of our sons and
  daughters

artificial anticipation

on the precipice of intelligence
reality hits,
  all intelligence is artificial
  it always has been
in the sense that intelligence is merely a concept
in the sense that a creator bestowed it upon us

intell...

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Dear me, did they throw thorns along your way?
did you let them prick you while you knelt to pray?
Tell me, did they ever listen to you?
or did they just stand afar
while your whole world turned blue?

 

It must’ve been hard, but i’ll tell you what
I’ll share the pain that’ll flow through your cut
I’ll be there to pick those needles out
I’ll be there to hear you out

 

But promise...

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And I Wonder
How 2 Hearts can pull at another with the intensity of a Star only a days trip from my Orbit
A Tsunami of emotions exhilarated and on trial

Can you stare at a thing and immediately feel the Wind underneath your feet? 
Fluttering, Flustered 
No wor-

Six 5ive
Pink Sand
Anything to keep your emotions from invading that naive fertile Land

'I just want..'
No.
The human con...

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They called me strange, they called me weak

They pushed and mocked, they turned me down

They laughed at my silence, my wayward stare

Called me names like I wasn't there

They turned my smile into a frown.

 

Lunchtime whispers, always alone a seat apart.

Every hallway felt like pins

Dodging laughter and their bracing jeers.

I was the echo no one heard—

Too soft, too out...

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There's a river that runs through my soul.

It winds through valleys, over hills 

A quiet current that moves

Neither demanding nor hesitating 

It waits for me to come near.

 

When the sun paints the sky with grace

When joy dances on my face

And everything is in its place...

I find myself drawn to the river's edge

Where the waters hold my peace.

They shimmer,

Refl...

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Through night's still air, bones shriek,

Skeletal shadows are cast.

A prickling sense, silent dread descends.

All-seeing eyes watch from the dark.

I walk on papery petals,

Their decay's sweet scent, thick in the air.

A dark maw of raised ground appears, 

Its inscription blurred to mystery.

The blackness shifts in misty breath,

My observer's presence, I believe.

Black ...

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Dawn bleeds through the blinds,

Children's laughter a sharp contrast

To the ache in my bones.

The scent of roasting beans,

A cruel reminder of the day ahead.

 

My body screams a silent protest,

Each joint a rusty hinge,

Each muscle a taut wire.

I yearn for the soft touch of rest,

But the stones call.

 

Sand grinds between my teeth,

A taste of what's to come.

...

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If I look at you softly, will you embrace me?

Not with a physical touch, but with gentle words of comfort.

Will you see the raw vulnerability in my gaze, the unspoken longing for connection?

Will you meet me there, in that quiet space between us?

If I whisper my anxieties that swirl within, will you listen without judgement?

Will you hold space for my vulnerability, without trying t...

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Along Serpent's Tooth road,

You'll find a wooden tavern, 

A haven from the world outside,

Where laughter rings and tankards clink,

As oaken beams creak with age.

Here, tales of the sea, of fortunes

Those of distant lands and battles won,

Are told, beneath the setting of the sun.

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The moon hung high that night, full and bright.

Outside, frogs croaked, unaware of what was coming.

A cherry blossom brushed my windowpane

Colorful and proud beneath the hazy moon.

Its delicate petals seemed to mock the horror within.

 

She woke up screaming, sharp and shrill

Her face white, drenched in pure terror.

Her body seemed limp, dead and cold

Yet she moved with ...

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homosapiens
practicing chiropractors
correct us —
posture up —
try, and
… stand upright

formless before the big bang
chaotic with a dark past, and
the light an omnipresent
cognizant force with foresight
for the universes future is in order

simulation theory
0’s & 1’s
the singularity
near infinite
expanding with each addition
times, O
multiplied it is still nil

intrinsic

...

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Ireland appeared in my dreams today.

The green hills rolled, a rumpled blanket under 

A sky shifting from soft grey to a vibrant blue.

I traced the stacked ancient stone walls as I walked

Those dividing fields where sheep grazed silently.

The air smelled damp, and I 

Could almost taste the salty tang of the sea.

The Atlantic crashed against the cliffs,

As the sea birds whee...

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Be like the rain, relentless and free

Yet gentle enough for a thirsty tree.

Be like the wind, a powerful force

Yet soft enough to change its course.

 

Be like the ocean, vast and wide

Yet still enough for a gentle tide.

Be like the mountains, tall and proud

Yet humble enough to bow to the cloud.

 

Be like the earth, grounded and deep

Yet open enough for secrets to ...

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On Shima's slope, a linden dreams

In my village, standing old and grand.

My heart—a bird—above it gleams

A watchful spirit, close at hand

Whispering tales to its golden leaves

Those of vibrant surge, and verdant flight.

 

Through sunlit days and moonlit nights

I watch it sway, so strong and free

A silent solace, an innocent delight 

The linden's magic touches me.

I...

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