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What We Untangle Teaches Us
If you look at it long enough, a comb becomes more than a comb. It’s the quiet hand that steps into confusion and brings things back into order—one stroke, one moment, one small act of discipline at a time. Those teeth remind me of structure. Evenly spaced, balanced, intentional. Not everything needs force; sometimes you just need a steady guide to separate what’s knotted and bring together…
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"This poem reads like a love letter to human messiness—we're all just beautiful glitches in the code, running on algorithms of choice and mistake, existing in fragments between what we type and what we mean. The formatting itself becomes the feeling. ✨ #poetry"
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A mind not my own
My mind is not my own.
No, it belongs to six million other voices—
voices that aren't mine.
A never ending tug-of-war
Was I right? Was I wrong?
No... yes... maybe... think again.
I overanalyze every thought,
Until there are no more fingernails left to bite.
A courtroom rises before me,
Their eyes burn into my skin,
Their whispers echo in my skull.
A million silent judges stare,
Weighing my actions, my thoughts—
No, their thoughts, my actions.
Think. Re-think. Overthink.
No rest, just noise, just endless will.
For my mind is not my own,
It is theirs.
Give me language that aches with the pang of living. Let it sear into the chronicle of memory, changing form at the edge of time’s slip. Unafraid of need and urge! Caked and cracked, embedded in the primal gnaw of hunger. A longing’s need never met.
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I miss writing.
I miss the serenade of words in verse
Lulling me into the depths of every note of
Feeling,
Awash with such brevity and alive with such
Intensity
That they are fleeting and still evermore…
If love was a question
If love was a question Willingly getting lost in someone would be the brief answer If love was a question Don’t ask a descriptive answer My explanation will not be able to justify answer But if the poetry becomes my rescuer, this is what I would’ve answered “With no expectations I’m heading into a path unknown to the mind but yet very known warmth and my heart is smiling I am sure to not…
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