Category: Creative
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Sourdough Listening
He used to answer everything.With verses, with vows, with the urgency of someone who feared,Silence meant absence.But she didn’t need answers.She needed air.She needed time.She needed someone who could hold the bowl while she bloomed.So he learned to listen like sourdough.To let the quiet ferment.To trust the ache of waiting.To believe that love, real love,tastes Read more
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That What Guides Us, We Follow
I don’t play to impressI play to remember.Each string I touch is a threadin the tapestry of love I’ve sworn to protectMy fingers move not with ease,but with reverence-like a priest blessing the altar,or a soldier tracing the nameof someone he swore to never forget.This guitar is not my weapon.It is my witness.It has heard Read more
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To the Few
They saw softness and called it weakness.I didn’t argue.I let them name me with the ease of distance.But to the few-the ones who stayed long enough to see thetremble before the stand,the silence before the storm-it was something else.They saw the choice to feelwhen numbness was easier.The courage to listenwhen shouting was safer.The strength to Read more
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Moon Dust
I dropped my pack.Not gently.I threw that motherfucker in defianceof what happened,what tried to shape me.Stick around.There’s no shame in resting.The trail doesn’t own you.The weight doesn’t define you.Aim for the moon.Not to land softly-but to make your own crater.Let the dust rise in your name. Read more
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Why Write
I hated writing when I was young—I can remember this as early as the first grade. I also was not delighted in drawing pictures with my writing. When it came to classwork, I wanted to be done as quickly as possible with little to no effort. I think that is the majority of people, everywhere. Read more