Tag: poetess
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Is Your Circle Really as Strong as You Think?
You know…I don’t think we really get it.We chase vibes, we chase crowds,but we forget the power of real friendships. I’m not talking about the squad you party with on Friday nights.No.I’m talking about the ones who would answer your call at 2 a.m.,half asleep but already grabbing their car keys,just to drive you to…
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Before We Call It Love
– a spoken word about the talking stage We were not dating…Yet I’d still get butterflies when your name lit up my screen.We weren’t official…Yet I’d overthink the space between your message and mine.No, we hadn’t labeled it…Still, you felt like home a person I could tell everything to without holding back. In truth, we…
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I Let You Go, Because I Learned to Love Me Too
I didn’t just wake up feeling strong.That strength grew from late nights,Tear-stained pillows, and quiet prayers I barely managed to say.So many times, I couldn’t breathe from the weight of questions I never got answers to.I kept asking myself what I did wrong,Why love couldn’t fix it,Why I kept holding on to someone who wasn’t…
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No More Pouring from an Empty Cup
I used to give.And then I gave some more.Even when my hands trembled,Even when my soul ached. At first, I felt proud,Being the one who showed up,Who answered every late-night call,Who made space for others even when I had none left for myself. But over time, I noticed something.They only came around when they needed…
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“Strong, But Tired: The Unspoken Truth of Being the Firstborn”
I didn’t choose this crown.Life handed it to me the moment I cried first.It wasn’t golden,Rather, it was molded from responsibility… pressure… silence… and sacrifice.And yes, I wear it well but at what cost? You see, being the eldestFeels like signing a contract I never agreed to.No one explained the terms,Instead, things just began to…
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They Promised to Meet Again…But Death Came First
I know death.Not as a stranger…But as someone I’ve met too many times along the road.And perhaps you’ve met it too,not in a dramatic way,but in the quiet loss of familiar faces. Maybe you’ve stood in class photos,grinning wide,not knowing that the person beside youwouldn’t make it to the next one.At that moment, everything felt…
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“They Broke You, Left You, Now They Want You? Think Twice”
Sometimes… they don’t just fade.Sometimes… they come back.Not with a whisper, not by accident,But with fire in their eyes and trembling in their voice,Trying to rewind the moments they lost,Trying to fix the cracks with words you used to crave.They reach out like they finally understand what silence stole,Like they woke up one morning and…
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They stopped choosing you by walking shadow poetry
They might just fade away…Not with fireworks or grand announcements,Not with explanations that wrap everything up with a neat bow,But with a silence that sneaks in slowly,A silence that starts small, missed calls, shorter texts, longer gaps,Until one day, you realize it’s not silence anymore… it’s absence At first, you might find yourself scrolling through…
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“The Hidden Reason You Feel Stuckand How to Break Free”
Pain.It’s not something you can touch or see,but it’s something you feel.And, man, it’s so personal.So raw.So heavy.Yet, so many of us judge it.we judge the pain of others,we dismiss it,we don’t get it.And here’s the thing:you can never truly understand someone else’s painuntil you’ve lived through it yourself. I know it’s easy to look…