Poetry & Creative Writing
Original poetry, creative writing, and literary reflections exploring love, loss, memory, identity, resilience, and the human experience.
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The Girl and Her Seven Silent Companions
In the hush of a moonlit night, so still,She sat alone, her heart a heavy chill.Seven cats, her shadows, kept her near,Each one a whisper of the love she…
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From the Depths of Night to the Embrace of Dawn
In the heart of darkness, where my soul does lie, Power and sorrow blend in a mournful sigh. Love once vibrant, now faded and withdrawn, An echo remains where…
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A Man
In shadows cast by dreams so free,A man envisions what could be.Yearning for madness, empathy’s call,To sit with the feeble, the poor, and all. In honor, he seeks his…
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Echoes of Becoming
In life’s unfolding tapestry, I cleanseThe vessel, destined for mortality’s dance.Love’s reflection, once vibrant, now fades,A yearning incomplete in transient shades. Past’s foresight eludes, future’s plan astray,Today’s existence, an…
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Carrying forward
That’s how I have been carrying forward the sight of yours, With cherish, happiness and peaceful state of steer. I wish I could hold the moment on your face…
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I am Achilles
Achilles, once a warrior fierce and proud,His fate now sealed in sorrow’s shroud.His heel, the one weak spot left unguarded,Now bears the weight of a hero marred. His mother’s…
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Maze of 2023
Life is like a maze.You go around all theseTwist and turns.Sometimes even backtrackTo find the end. You overcome obstaclesThat you never thoughtYou could get through. But you always found…
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Dead Heart
After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, “Yes.” And I said, merely to myself, “I wish it could be for a different seizure—as with Molly Bloom…
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Scarfing Life
With the tone of existing, promised rituals are not forgotten With years of living and breathing, it demanded a life; Life ought to sour the thankfulness and a seek…
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The Bird of Hermes
The Bird of Hermes is my name Eat my wings to keep me tame From the bodies blood is shed Soon the ghouls become undead The Bird of Hermes…
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Immortal Part
When I meet the morning beam,Or lay me down at night to dream,I hear my bones within me say,“Another night, another day.” “When shall this slough of sense be…
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