Poetry
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Little Jeweled Angel
You came in like a giggle draped in gemstone light, emerald, turquoise, purple flame, all stitched into your wings like some sky-born crown designed by mischief and moonlight. You weren’t flying, you were flirting, circling me like a secret, like you knew I needed to be reminded that joy still has wings. A little jeweled Continue reading
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She Walks in Light Unnamed: Becoming Something Wild and Beautiful
I didn’t know exactly what I was making when I started filming this. I just knew I wanted it to feel like something whispered, like a dream or a spell or a memory I hadn’t lived yet but missed anyway. I went out into the grass in the late afternoon, barefoot, wearing a green dress Continue reading
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Submerged in Relief: My First Bath After Surgery
In the quiet of the afternoon,I sank into the water,The heat wrapping around my bodyLike a slow exhale. The tension, built up over weeks of recovery,Softened in the warmth,Muscles once stiff and soreFinally letting go. Each breath seemed to syncWith the rhythm of the water,A quiet release,A fleeting escape from discomfort. For a moment, I Continue reading
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The Body Remembers
My body is not betraying me.It is speaking.Soft, persistent, unyielding in its truth. I have lost, yet I have gained, not in numbers, but in weight that is unseen, in the burden of something growing, pressing against the fabric of who I was. A mass settles beneath my ribs,rooted like a secret,stretching the limits of Continue reading
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Fever of You
The space between us trembles, it burns with fire.Your touch is a promise, your breath fans desire. I taste your name in the hush of the night,my skin still smolders where your hands conspire. Your lips—hot embers—trace over my skin,a whispered command, a wordless choir. The hunger between us, untamed and wild,pulls us deeper, our Continue reading
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The Rain Remembers
The rain does not ask where you have been.It does not weigh your regretsor measure the ache in your bones.It simply falls, soft, steady, unburdened, inviting you to do the same. Each drop carries a memory,the scent of yesterday’s laughter,the hush of something waiting to be born.It kisses the earth, awakens the roots,washes away what Continue reading
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Speck of Dust
Drifting without weight,a lone speck in endless time,unseen, forgotten. Continue reading
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Beneath the Stars
The night whispers softly,As thoughts drift like clouds,Each one a piece of the past,Fading yet somehow proud. Moments like fleeting stars,Caught just long enough to see,A flash of what once was,And what’s yet meant to be. Continue reading
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The Man in the Moon
Beneath the veil of midnight’s quiet grace,The man in the moon drifts, soft as snow,His light a whisper, a gentle, glowing trace,A secret that the stars alone could know. He weaves through constellations, slow and free,A dreamer kissed by winter’s frosty breath,His eyes, like silver lakes, hold mystery,While whispers from the stars defeat the death. Continue reading
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Winter Moonbeams
Winter moonbeams wander wide,across the fields where shadows hide,they spill like whispers, soft and cold,on branches bare and stories old. They weave through night’s crystalline breath,between the stars and earth’s quiet death,etching frost on windowpanes,where longing lingers and silence reigns. They lace the world in silver threads,crown the pines and rooftops’ heads,glow on paths that Continue reading
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A Quiet Unfolding
In the stillness, something shifts,A quiet pull, a gentle rift.Not a break, but a soft release,A letting go, a finding peace. We don’t become someone new,We shed the old, and feel what’s true.Layers fall like autumn leaves,A whispered dance, a soul that breathes. It’s not loud, this quiet change,No grand reveal, no need to arrange.It’s Continue reading
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Woven in Black: The Threads of Trust
I stand in a small, dimly lit room, surrounded by mismatched chairs and the smell of coffee and incense.The gentle rhythm of a bongo drum hums in the background. I’m dressed in all black, the fabric heavy against my skin, but I feel light, as if the beat is carrying me forward. It’s my turn Continue reading
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In Between
This poem, In Between, is meant to be spoken over Pat Metheny’s Phase Dance. The rhythm of the words aligns with the fluid, improvisational energy of the music. Begin reciting at the opening of the track, letting the tempo and mood guide your delivery. Adjust your pacing to match the ebb and flow of the Continue reading
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Stillness
Pure stillness in the air tonight,Long shadows stretch beneath the light.Every breath is sharp and clear,An empty world, so calm, so near.Silence holds the evening close,Every sound feels soft, morose. Trees stand bare against the sky,As winds move slowly, passing by.Lit windows flicker in the dark,Keeping warmth within each heart.The cold wraps round with gentle Continue reading
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