Poetry
Step into my Poetry corner—a collection of verses shaped by emotion, wonder, and the world as I see it. My poems are windows into my soul, sometimes raw, sometimes gentle, always sincere. I hope these lines offer you a moment of pause, reflection, or a feeling you can hold onto, even for a little while.
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i miss the days when seeing youdid not require a calendar or a plansomeone would simply ask “where are you?”and that was enough to make a day we had no itinerary thenjust afternoons stretching into eveningsomeone buying food, someone complainingsomeone laughing while the rest of us stayed we were never in a hurry to leavewe… Read more
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I am made of poems and spreadsheets,of camera frames and careful plans,I can romanticize a passing momentthen ask who approved the expense plans. I like my feelings properly examined,preferably with evidence in hand,I can overthink a single sentenceand still somehow understand the brand. I will make a film about longing,then build the production schedule too,write… Read more
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So if this is the painful partbefore I become someone new,let me rememberthat I do not have to love the painto let it teach me. I only have to listen. And when the old shapefinally falls away, I hope I step outnot into a lifeI have merely survived, but into the oneI have been tryingto… Read more
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Must love the beach.Must know how to cook.Must own a decent camera.Fine. That should be easy. Must watch K-dramas,sit through period films,know his Greek mythology.Now we’re narrowing it down. Must respect the capybara.This is important.I will not elaborate.Put a check beside it. Must eat cucumber sliceswith crushed spicy Cheetoswithout asking me oncewhat is wrong with… Read more
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It takes 188 stepsfrom my door to the mailbox you still keep,another 10 steps to reach your foyer,8 if I choose to leap. I have the nerve to enterwithout a warning or a knock,but your eyes still light up at mebefore I even start to talk. The house is warm with cinnamon,coffee dressed up for… Read more
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There you were.Walking toward us with halo over your head,like some Greek godtaking the afternoon off from deity duties.Same crooked smile.Same punchy style.God, you still looked good.I can give you that.There was a time the sight of yousent butterflies rioting against my ribs.This time?Crickets.I almost laughed at how ordinary it felt.You smiled. I smiled back.Look… Read more
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I no longer stay in places where I am kept warm only in intervals, like coffee left on a table and returned to when it is convenient. At first, I mistook that kind of attention for something steady. I told myself that even if it cooled, it was still mine to finish. Over time, I… Read more
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I used to wonder when I would meet someone who stays. Not in spectacle or sudden intensity, but in a manner that does not require constant interpretation. Someone who is not like weather that arrives unpredictably and leaves without notice before familiarity can take shape. For a long time I believed that being interesting meant… Read more
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I reached for my phone the moment my eyes forced themselves open—a reflex I haven’t unlearned yet. But I let it fall back to the sheets just as quickly,remembering it’s day threeof getting used to morningswithout your voice notes. I turned my back on the lamp you fixed,as if darkness could be kinder,and surrendered myselfto… Read more
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A love that costs you your peace eventually asks for too high a price. Familiarity is not safety. Read more
