Category: Poetry
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To All Things Left Unsaid
To all things that have been left unsaid— I will meet you in the future. For now, I have chosen peace. For now, I have chosen love. For now, I have chosen hope. I will not leave you unsaid forever— but tonight, I will. I value my home. I value my body. I value my…
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First Breath
I didn’t hear you cry. I didn’t hear your first breath. But I felt your soul— as though it spoke to me. You were mine. I held you in my arms until you could crawl. I held you in my arms until you could walk. I held you in my arms until you could feed…
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Silent Warrior
You— my silent warrior. You think. You feel. You know. And I see you. I always see you. I see your strength. You hide your pain— but not from me. Never from me. You are my moon. From the moment you were born, you were strong. You learned fast. You reacted fast. You don’t speak…
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Still Here
I don’t want to be here anymore. And that’s not me seeking attention or anything. I just genuinely… don’t want to be here. Today is different than other days. I suppose I seem to be more emotional today. It could be everything that’s been happening— finally just snapping me into this emotional mess. Normally, I…
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Plastic Hearts
They speak but never truly say anything. Words fall from their mouths like prewritten scripts— cold, rehearsed, perfectly timed. Smile here. Laugh there. Mock what feels too deeply. Everything has become performance. People move through each other like ghosts wearing skin, pretending that cruelty is confidence, pretending numbness is strength. And if you feel too…
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The Angels and the Demons
There are angels who are angels. Demons who are demons. Angels disguised as demons. And demons disguised as angels. The moral is simple: never judge, condemn, or ridicule someone for who they are or what they believe. Only time will reveal their true nature.
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Darker
And the world became darker. With my eyes open, I saw only darkness. No hope. No humanity. Just me— and the dark. Alone in a world that’s known far too much pain, and not nearly enough love. Not enough care. How could anyone live in darkness for so long?
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Stop
Stop. Stop! Just stop. You don’t know what it’s like when your entire body is screaming in pain— not physical pain, but something deeper, louder. It trembles under fear and sadness. My mind is filled with tears and screaming, and I can’t stop it. I try. But it doesn’t stop. It aches like nothing else.…
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Hate
I don’t use this word often. But I feel it often. I hate. I hate the way I feel— like my whole body wants to scream. And then I do scream. And it makes everyone uncomfortable. But I feel uncomfortable inside. So I yell. And then I want to cry because I’m disappointed— not in…
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Before The Answer
I have cherished you through all these days. A love so deep, even I can’t comprehend it. Day in and day out, my head is filled with thoughts of you. Little things— the way you smile, the way your voice softens when you speak. Do you know how much every small thing you do affects…
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Fragments
I will never be anything more than an illusion of what you dream of. Lying comes so naturally to you now— you’ve been doing it for so long. What a shame, my dear. You must be so exhausted.
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Crush on a Spy
I had a crush on a spy once. She was beauty itself— kind-hearted, truly. Until the moment I found out she was only ever a spy. She kept me under lock and chain— unable to speak, unable to feel, unable to love. I became, forever, a bird in a cage.
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In Love
It wasn’t that I instantly fell in love. It was after I saw your flaws— your fears, and the weight of your past— that I saw beauty in your strength. It was when I saw your achievements, and the shape of your future, that I fell into the depths of love for you.
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His Voice
He doesn’t feel like he’s being seen— but he’s always being seen. His heart aches. His mind is cracked. And I see. And I keep seeing. His voice is a gentle breeze. His voice heals my soul. His voice carries weight. And I see. And I keep seeing. His heart is pure. He’s full of…
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Come As You Are – A Soul Journey (Playlist)
This playlist lives alongside Come As You Are. These songs hold the emotions that words sometimes couldn’t fully carry— the quiet ache, the overwhelming storm, the moments of healing, and the soft return to light. Each section reflects a different part of the journey. Not every song will resonate with everyone— but somewhere in here,…
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The Feeling of Singing
That moment— when you finally stop singing— a rush of clarity and happiness washes over you, like a weight lifting off your shoulders. You’re out of breath. Chills run through your body. Your mind is free— free of worry, free of pain. Your lips are numb. Your hands are shaking. And yet—there it is— that…
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My Passion Died
I had a passion once— so long ago now, I don’t even remember what it felt like to hold it. It died when he died. I was thirteen, and it already felt like I had lost my soul. My reason for breathing. Music was everything. What I wrote. What I sang. What I listened to.…
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Morning Light
I woke to darkness— only a flicker of morning light. I used to fear the shadows, convinced they would hurt me. But as I grew, as I healed, I finally saw— they were only ever just shadows. Nothing more.
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Even When it Hurts
I opened my heart with both hands, bare and trembling like new wings, and offered it like a story to someone I thought would listen. But laughter came first. Then silence. And a blade wrapped in words I didn’t see coming. “No one cares,” he said. And my world—so carefully built— shivered in my chest…
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Sea of Lies
I am lost in a sea of lies— Lies I whisper to myself to cope. I cry an ocean’s worth Of regret and pain. Hurting when no one sees, Hurting when everyone sees, But they don’t truly see. I revolt at the reflection in the mirror. Who is this beast? Regurgitated, it is not pretty.…
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I Want, But I Fear
I want to find love like no other love— the kind that settles deep within my soul. Something dazzling, like stars scattered across the sky. Something that takes my breath away, that fills me with hope. A love that nourishes. Full of loyalty. Something so beautiful even the moon might grow jealous. To feel it…
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Ocean Heart
And they called her the sand of the ocean— always flowing with the soft and gentle waves. Fun to be around… and also not. Wholes and dents where fish had once been. Tsunamis came and went, flooding her, as she desperately tried to breathe. Humans walked all over her without a care. But when the…
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The Moon
Nothing shines brighter than the full moon in the midnight sky. The sky was empty, not a star in sight. I wondered how the pale moon felt, floating alone in the sky above a city that never sleeps. But then I realized the moon was not alone after all. Perhaps the reason it shined so…
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The Tavern in the Woods
You look at the woods and just see… woods. And say “eww, bugs,” or “cool, wildlife.” But I see something else. I see how alive the trees must be to hold such bright green leaves, to stand so tall. What lies deep in the forest that no one knows about? Yes, animals—of course. But what…
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The Storm
Smoke swirled and crept its way down for miles. Dragons at war with one another, the fight for survival raging on. The tears of those who were lost fell across the land, droplets soaking into the purest yellow sunflower— a symbol of hope for those who still dared to see a future as bright as…
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Compass
I was born with nothing— so I searched for something. Where my dreams held fear, my heart held hope. I ran in every direction trying to find my path. Lost in a sea of scraps, I found a compass. And I followed north. Scavenging, wandering, letting my curious mind drift through broken pieces and forgotten…
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Wasteland
It hurts— stepping onto the jagged edges that were thrown out into the wasteland. It hurts because I was thrown into the wasteland too. I look down as blood flows. I feel the pain. I feel the heat. But it’s okay. I bandage the pain. I cool the heat. And I keep walking. This place…
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