poetry
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I am Wrong
Let me be wrongin a place wherepride of life growsand the meek isregarded weak. Let me be wrongwhere what is saiddefies the scriptin grand facadeyet evil lies Let me be wrongin a room whereempty words countover candorand sincerity Let me… Continue reading
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I shall not compare
When you were born to morning’s gentle light,And I when western shadows claimed the sky,Should we accuse the stars that shine so bright?Should we demand the Maker tell us why? When first you touched the earth in cloth so fair,With… Continue reading
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When the storm chose us
I have protested,we called it “we,”yet never oncedid it become “us.” I lingeredbetween hurting and healing,between trembling fearand faithful feeling. We stoodwhere resilience met ruin,where every promisewas already undoing. Since the dawn of days,I answered your invitation. You welcomed meinto… Continue reading
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“We,” you said
“We,” you said,but there was never us,only promises fadinginto silence and dust. It was never a mistaketo care for someone.The cost of betrayal,for being a cowardand not fighting for what you love and care,is the greatest evil of love.For love… Continue reading
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A Dance of Grief and Grace: Poetic Insights
Before your grief began to show,you opened wide a world I’d know,a lush realm bathed in golden hue,where dawn broke soft with morning dew. In my room, the light would climb,through rainforest canopies, lush and prime;each sunrise painted skies with… Continue reading
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When Love is patient…
“Leaders are born, not made” or “Leaders are made, not born”? I have simple experience in leadership, first in primary school as a member of Girls’ Scout. In middle school/high school, I have been a member of the Supreme Student’s… Continue reading
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Finding Rhythm: Dear September…
“September is the other January.” — Gretchen Rubin You see, I’ve been immersed in narrative poetry in my recent posts. Yet a growing worry began to settle in me—what if I could no longer paint with words? What if I had lost… Continue reading
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Yet believe
Debilitated and disabled, yet others have believed,for what can change everything, not sight nor touch received. Did not have enough time to know everything, yet believe;mocked and discouraged in everything, yet believe. Giving up everything, yet believe;lost what’s everything, yet… Continue reading
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Shall I linger?
And I look at the pages,One day at a time,sometimes to look great,often times to rhyme,or stir up my brainin a thoughtful climb. Then a page pokes my heart,a knock to my spirit,a whisper so sharp,I tremble to hear it;I’m… Continue reading
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Unmasking the Truth: A Poetic Journey
I vowed to peel you,to strip each mask anew,expose your darkened heart,let the world see through. I’ve been asking the moon,when it starts to wane,crying to the stars,in midnight’s quiet pain. You have me confused,nothing feels clear,you leave me bewildered,drenched… Continue reading
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