Category: Poetic
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Where My Thoughts Keep Returning
I think of you constantly.Not lightlybut with a quiet storm that settles beneath my ribs,a restless tide that refuses to rest.It rises in the pauses of my dayand folds the world into silenceuntil only your name remains. You are with him tonight,yet I can feel how your heart is leaning away,as if the life beside…
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Between Beauty and Hurt
How beautiful it isto fight for the women you love,to feel your whole spirit risebecause their name carries a kind of light.There is a quiet grace in that kind of devotion,a warmth that gathers beneath the skinas if loyalty itself is breathing gently inside you. But how horrible it isto be fighting for the women…
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A January Poem
January feels cold in a way that settles into the bonesand every day carries the weight of something unfinished.Your love is not mine to hold completelyyet the quiet between us still feels warmwhenever we meet in the hidden corners of the world. We live in a month of grey skies and long nightsbut when your…
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Be Like a Tree
Be like a treeand let the dead leaves drop.Do not clutch what withers,do not hold what no longer feeds. The wind will come,and it will take what is tired,what is brittle,what has lost its place in the sun. Stand in your roots,feel the pulse beneath the soil,and trust the seasons will bringnew shoots, new leaves,green…
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Getting Over Someone Under Someone
(Find the Danish edition below the seperating line) Their hands are on me,but it’s your absence I feel most. I let them touch the placesthat still remember you,skin that learned your weight,your language, your leaving. For a moment, the pain dulls,like I’ve stepped outside myself.Then your name slams back into my chestand I’m wide open…
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You Can’t Grow in the Same Place That Broke You
I walk past the ruins of myselfwalls I once called home now spit shadows at meand the air tastes like the promises I swallowed whole Every corner hums with old ghostsevery smile is a warning I ignoredand my hands ache from holding on too long I wanted to plant new seedsbut the soil is poisoned…
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Fucked Up Over Love
I crash into the memory of youteeth gnashing on the edges of what washeart bleeding in Morse code I can’t translate Every street smells like your shadowevery laugh tastes like ashand I’m drunk on the echo of your absence I wanted to burn it down and build againbut the fire only sticks to my skinand…
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When the Heart Is Slower
I seethe lighton the horizonand the hopeis there. The head has chosen,clear and certain,while the heartmoves more carefully,still learning the weightof its own steps. Sadness hides,curling intothe warm armsof another,not to disappearbut to soften. The past grows quieter.It no longer calls my name,only lingersas somethingI once carried. I walk forwardwithout needingto be whole yet.With a…
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When Heartache Lets Go
My heart once broke in a way that filled whole rooms.It was not quiet.It cracked like winter ice,sharp and sudden,echoing through every corner of my days. I carried the pieces for longer than I wanted,cutting myself on memories,bleeding for a future that no longer existed.It felt like I would never breathe without the weight again.…
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My heartache was loud. My hope is louder
A Reflection on Loud Heartache, Superficiality, and The Weight of a New Love. It is surprising how easily people can live on the surface of their emotions. Sometimes it feels especially true with men. There is a tendency to chase intensity instead of vulnerability, distraction instead of honesty, and moments instead of meaning. My own…