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Dramatique
Dramatique
I leave with a thank you but mostly I just feel sorry for overstaying and for failing to read the room
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 2:30 AM UTC
Goodbye
The guard is walking the castle wall the most practiced and skillful he stands tall the sky blue-gray with neither snow nor rain the wind gently guiding the grass left and right, left and right vibing the sun isn't shining as it sets and rises in hiding the horizon remains clear if a deer, a rabbit or a butterfly appeared if they rushed by the guard would notice with his watchful eye peaceful but prepared in full armor hand resting on the sword hilt fingers tapping a sign of something more but his gaze unyielding focused on his task of shielding this castle wall.
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:19 PM UTC
Sharp
I have a flame it has nearly died a thousand times because the world denies everything that doesn't fall in line with what is viewed as worthwhile too rowdy, too loud too dangerous, too weak and too proud Normal has a shape a box in which we should place our desire fire is celebrated only when it burns brightly within the values and judgements that surround us I have a heart that sees the world's many precious things I see the joy freedom brings but am yet again reminded of what should and shouldn't be you praise what in me is hollow and look away when I show how I am free Natural, normal and outstanding praise is raised for those that excel at creating beauty in accepted space dismissal is the only thing that awaits whatever part of your heart, your flame that the world has yet failed to chisel down Sure, you do you, that's cool a little weird but fine as long as you mind your own business I will mind mine but I notice what is lost when the world keeps on chiselling down the precious things around me the people that are free it saddens my heart to see beauty torn apart by normalcy My heart is like a flame it cannot be chiselled into a different shape it can't be limited by a box if you close the lid it goes away I can live without my flame but you can't take away the space my fire needs to claim and expect it to still burn To live with or without a flame? I have chosen to let my heart stay ABLAZE this page is made to celebrate those who refuse to let the world chisel away anymore of that beautiful shape your heart inside you makes.
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Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
Unchiselled
I have a flame it has nearly died a thousand times because the world denies everything that doesn't fall in line with what is viewed as worthwhile too rowdy, too loud too dangerous, too weak and too proud Normal has a shape a box in which we should place our desire fire is celebrated only when it burns brightly within the values and judgements that surround us I have a heart that sees the world's many precious things I see the joy freedom brings but am yet again reminded of what should and shouldn't be you praise what in me is hollow and look away when I show how I am free Natural, normal and outstanding praise is raised for those that excel at creating beauty in accepted space dismissal is the only thing that awaits whatever part of your heart, your flame that the world has yet failed to chisel down Sure, you do you, that's cool a little weird but fine as long as you mind your own business I will mind mine but I notice what is lost when the world keeps on chiselling down the precious things around me the people that are free it saddens my heart to see beauty torn apart by normalcy My heart is like a flame it cannot be chiselled into a different shape it can't be limited by a box if you close the lid it goes away I can live without my flame but you can't take away the space my fire needs to claim and expect it to still burn To live with or without a flame? I have chosen to let my heart stay ABLAZE this page is made to celebrate those who refuse to let the world chisel away anymore of that beautiful shape your heart inside you makes.
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A time of transition when the ocean ice melts away to reveal the lively currents underneath at the top of it all a small figure crawls unmoving floating away its shadow the shape of a bird not a sign of life as it floats between ice and I find my heart pray that you are like everything made of water an ice block and not the body of a once free bird I pray that you are made of ice.
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Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
Styx
Weightless words captured by the habit lacking to say the least I whisper to the wind don't let the silence surround me.
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 5:54 AM UTC
Poetry
I finally found myself the sacrifice to light this fire was everyone else.
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Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
Announcement
Do you ever wonder how much light is covered by the star that shines the brightest?
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
Invitation