EnjambedCaesuras - Hello Poetry

There are pieces of me that I keep to myself, hoarded treasures buried within murky depths. I know them only as tremors behind my heart shaking the quiet between heartbeats. We're in a house cottoned by silence, sitting around the fireplace, foreheads huddled together, trading in far reaching dreams and half-shaped theory, prodding at the edges of scabs, testing the surface of our heart-scars. We are magicians extracting a moment from the sequence of time, encasing it in shadow and breath. Fire crackles and wavers in the grate, the only witness to our sacrament. In the quiet softness, understanding dawns: the spell we are weaving is a blessing, and the nameless pieces of me are called love.

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Feb 3

Feb 3, 2026 at 10:12 PM UTC

Sacrament

There are pieces of me that I keep to myself, hoarded treasures buried within murky depths. I know them only as tremors behind my heart shaking the quiet between heartbeats. We're in a house cottoned by silence, sitting around the fireplace, foreheads huddled together, trading in far reaching dreams and half-shaped theory, prodding at the edges of scabs, testing the surface of our heart-scars. We are magicians extracting a moment from the sequence of time, encasing it in shadow and breath. Fire crackles and wavers in the grate, the only witness to our sacrament. In the quiet softness, understanding dawns: the spell we are weaving is a blessing, and the nameless pieces of me are called love.

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Girl of shadow. Girl of stone. When will you cease hiding amongst the clutter of words? You’ve turned into a pillar of salt scattered by the wind a whisper dissolved in the great blue sea -- an infinite expanse Never lost when playing the game of hide and seek. You are always singing, always singing. In the still silence of night, you are a siren hungering for her next meal, for the soft spongy heart of the man who sought to be your champion. Do you deserve salvation or damnation, an eternity repeating day after day, your echoes haunting the crested ridges and valleys of the earth, your feet sinking into the silent sands of beaches, hunted by your hunger.

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Jan 28

Jan 28, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC

Siren

Girl of shadow. Girl of stone. When will you cease hiding amongst the clutter of words? You’ve turned into a pillar of salt scattered by the wind a whisper dissolved in the great blue sea -- an infinite expanse Never lost when playing the game of hide and seek. You are always singing, always singing. In the still silence of night, you are a siren hungering for her next meal, for the soft spongy heart of the man who sought to be your champion. Do you deserve salvation or damnation, an eternity repeating day after day, your echoes haunting the crested ridges and valleys of the earth, your feet sinking into the silent sands of beaches, hunted by your hunger.

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Winter comes with her coat of frost and darkness, the earth shivering at her approach, bowing reverently before an unforgiving queen. She takes my breath. I suffocate beneath Her frozen beauty, my heart ticking down beat by beat by beat into the stillness of night. I curl up under the obsidian sky. Shrouded in Her darkness I sink into a mawsoleum where She grinds my bones to stardust with the infinite patience of Her slow-moving jaw. I wish to remain forever suspended in this void, rotating in its sleepy softness, shapeless, melting into the crystalline clink of snowflakes pouring to the ground. But the threat of Spring is always hidden in the train of Her coat, that stubborn hope tucked away… persevering.

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Dec 30, 2025

Dec 30, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC

Suspended

Winter comes with her coat of frost and darkness, the earth shivering at her approach, bowing reverently before an unforgiving queen. She takes my breath. I suffocate beneath Her frozen beauty, my heart ticking down beat by beat by beat into the stillness of night. I curl up under the obsidian sky. Shrouded in Her darkness I sink into a mawsoleum where She grinds my bones to stardust with the infinite patience of Her slow-moving jaw. I wish to remain forever suspended in this void, rotating in its sleepy softness, shapeless, melting into the crystalline clink of snowflakes pouring to the ground. But the threat of Spring is always hidden in the train of Her coat, that stubborn hope tucked away… persevering.

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You did things the hard way: seasoned the cauldron of self with suffering by rappelling into the unknown depths of yourself and unravelling your innocence strand by strand (yet never forgetting your kindness). When you were done with the caverns, you woke the dragons dreaming on their hoards, and instead of slaying them, you befriended them, learned to read the wisdom in the puffs of smoke that coiled from their snouts. You wore the shine off your brass by travelling the dark roads, the unpaved paths that led into feral woods and primordial swamps. You scuffed yourself in the process, took tumbles that left jagged scars. Even now the flesh is puckered and rough, fingers stained with sacrifice, your skin a map of decisions and inevitable consequence. Maybe you aren't beautiful anymore, but you have become something much more interesting.

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Dec 30, 2025

Dec 30, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC

The Hard Way

You did things the hard way: seasoned the cauldron of self with suffering by rappelling into the unknown depths of yourself and unravelling your innocence strand by strand (yet never forgetting your kindness). When you were done with the caverns, you woke the dragons dreaming on their hoards, and instead of slaying them, you befriended them, learned to read the wisdom in the puffs of smoke that coiled from their snouts. You wore the shine off your brass by travelling the dark roads, the unpaved paths that led into feral woods and primordial swamps. You scuffed yourself in the process, took tumbles that left jagged scars. Even now the flesh is puckered and rough, fingers stained with sacrifice, your skin a map of decisions and inevitable consequence. Maybe you aren't beautiful anymore, but you have become something much more interesting.

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