Poems
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Mirror, Mirror Don’t ever look at their workspace— Shows you too much process or not enough mess, Or worse, in every way, the wrong kind of chaos. Every draft, every revision— Every crumpled page, every saved_file— Breath, tempo, conviction, the way they pause. These are all the things you either desperately study, Or pretend not Read more
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…begin with static—that hum between radio stationswhere your soul lives you are verb.action.becominga living algorithm of choice/mistake/choice againcoded in the language of maybe (parentheses hold your secrets)[brackets frame your fears]{curly braces embrace your contradictions} DNA → RNA → protein → YOUthe biological poetryof existence refusing to rhyme scattered like: bread crumbs coffee stains love Read more
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In the Abyss, Ghosts are knocking, I’m just walking through that door.In the Abyss, Hearts keep beating underneath my creaking floor.In the Abyss, shadows are dancing, their whispers echo through my core.In the Abyss, silence beckons, as I surrender forevermore. Read more
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True freedom requires absolute responsibility, with stunning clarity.One cannot be both selfless and authentic, acting with sincerity. Happiness is simply a choice anyone can make, pursued with regularity.All suffering is ultimately self-created, viewed with peculiarity.There is no true altruism, only disguised self-interest, lacking solidarity.There is no such thing as a proud victim’s lamentation.Forgiveness always benefits Read more
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I show excitement, automatically labeled “too much.” I express my opinions honestly, labeled “difficult.” I get passionate about my interests, labeled “obsessive.”Yet those who are meant to stay will see beyond these labels. They’ll recognize my silence as thoughtful reflection, my fidgeting as the physical language of my nerves, my intensity as the pure expression Read more
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