The enduring burden of that one misstep —
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In the shadow of one mistake I made,
My virtues fade, all goodness swayed.
A single fault, a tiny blight,
Eclipses all that shines so bright.
Through one misstep, they fail to see,
The myriad kindnesses within me.
Oh, how the heart so deeply aches,
When all the world sees are my mistakes.
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–Today, I saw a bird perched on the cat’s face, as if they were sharing some secret in the quiet of the evening.
The bird, small and delicate, seemed to whisper something only the cat could hear, while the cat, with eyes full of curiosity, raised her paw to play, her movements gentle and unhurried. It was a beautiful moment, suspended in time, where everything felt right, where the world stood still just for a breath.
But as I watched, I realized it was only a vision, a fleeting illusion in the calm of the day. The bird never flew away, and with one swift motion, the cat devoured it, erasing the moment in an instant. What had felt like something beautiful was swallowed whole, and I was left wondering—was it ever real at all?!!
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The bird, small and delicate, seemed to whisper something only the cat could hear, while the cat, with eyes full of curiosity, raised her paw to play, her movements gentle and unhurried. It was a beautiful moment, suspended in time, where everything felt right, where the world stood still just for a breath.
But as I watched, I realized it was only a vision, a fleeting illusion in the calm of the day. The bird never flew away, and with one swift motion, the cat devoured it, erasing the moment in an instant. What had felt like something beautiful was swallowed whole, and I was left wondering—was it ever real at all?!!
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–The Laugh That Wept–
A laugh escaped,
spinning like silk in the cold air,
dancing wildly,
until it tripped over its own echo–
and fell into the quiet.
Beneath the hush,
a tear stirred,
one that had been waiting...
watching from the shadows
where smiles forget to shine.
Isn’t it strange?
How joy and sorrow walk hand in hand,
like twin ghosts
drifting through the same door.
The laugh wept,
and the tear smiled—
as if they had always known
they were the same.
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A laugh escaped,
spinning like silk in the cold air,
dancing wildly,
until it tripped over its own echo–
and fell into the quiet.
Beneath the hush,
a tear stirred,
one that had been waiting...
watching from the shadows
where smiles forget to shine.
Isn’t it strange?
How joy and sorrow walk hand in hand,
like twin ghosts
drifting through the same door.
The laugh wept,
and the tear smiled—
as if they had always known
they were the same.
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Hey 2025,
I see you. Let's make this one count – no shortcuts, no regrets. Bring the lessons, the love, and all the little surprises that make life worth it. I’m stepping in with hope, and I’m ready for whatever comes next.
Let’s do this!!!
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No matter how much pain life brings, a smile must always remain on your face. Never let anyone see the pieces of your broken soul because this world is cruel—it thrives on watching you fall apart. It doesn't deserve to know your struggles, to see your tears, or to feel your pain. Let your smile be your shield, hiding the storm within, for the world only seeks to break what it cannot understand. Stay strong, and let your silent strength be the loudest voice of all.
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We close our eyes and drift away,
Where dreams and wishes softly play.
A painted sky, a whispered breeze,
A world beyond the stormy seas.
No rules to bind, no chains to hold,
Just stories spun in threads of gold.
For when the world feels dull or blue,
Imagination pulls us through.
Where dreams and wishes softly play.
A painted sky, a whispered breeze,
A world beyond the stormy seas.
No rules to bind, no chains to hold,
Just stories spun in threads of gold.
For when the world feels dull or blue,
Imagination pulls us through.
05 Feb, 2025
Wednesday, 11:30 pm
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Wednesday, 11:30 pm
A quiet day, a hollow space,
No laughter, no warmth, just empty grace.
Words are spoken, but only a few,
Just for needs, nothing new.
The world is harsh, I stand alone,
Lost in thoughts I’ve never shown.
Where to start? Whom to trust?
Dreams feel distant, hopes turn to dust.
But I’ll survive, I always do,
Even if the light feels far and few.
No one may see, no one may know,
Yet I’ll rise, even if slow.Note: Today felt distant, like a pause in time. Maybe tomorrow will bring a shift, even if just a small one. If nothing else, I’ll hold on to the fact that I’ve made it through today.
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You're strong but you're also tired and that's okay!
Just take a break and heal yourself. Rest isn't weakness—it's how you gather strength to keep going.
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Just take a break and heal yourself. Rest isn't weakness—it's how you gather strength to keep going.
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- BURIED ALIVE -
It’s not sadness—
it’s me,
folded beneath silence
I mistook for strength.
I don’t want to disappear
just to be loved.
I want to exist—
raw, real,
and still be held.
It’s not sadness—
it’s me,
folded beneath silence
I mistook for strength.
I don’t want to disappear
just to be loved.
I want to exist—
raw, real,
and still be held.
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RAISING MY VOICE —
😶🌫️🙂Every time I try to speak for myself, it’s called“raising my voice.”And somehow, that makes me the villain.
I’m not yelling — I’m just not staying silent anymore.
But they still treat it like a crime.
Like I don’t get to defend myself…
because of who I used to be.
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The sea doesn't forget what it swallows—it just waits for the right silence to give it back.
The sea in the dark doesn’t roar—it breathes, slow and ancient, like a beast dreaming beneath centuries of salt and bone. Every wave drags with it the ghost of something unnamed—something that once begged not to drown. The water isn’t water anymore; it’s memory liquefied, bleeding endlessly into itself. And if you listen long enough, you’ll hear it whisper—not in sound, but in something colder—something that grips the base of your spine and pulls. The ocean isn’t watching you… but it knows you're there.
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The clouds burned like whispered confessions,
spilled across a dimming canvas—
while the trees stood still,
like watchers of an ending prayer,
and the dusk breathed in all our unsaid things.
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