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#intuition
Foreseen Oh, did you see? The spell's been cast Or is it me again? dwelling on the past but with you in mind I cease to think irrationally Since I foresee you're bound to be with me
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Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 7:21 AM UTC
Premonition
A ENCOURAGING MESSAGE IN THESE END TIMES If it gets NEGATIVE, then REMOVE YOURSELF, Keep a POSITIVE AURA, it's GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH, I can SMELL NEGATIVITY A MILE AWAY, STAY FAR AWAY FROM IT, BREAK FREE, and JUST STRAY, If your RADAR GOES UP, and it DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT, Just listen TO YOUR CONSCIENCE, and GET OUT OF SIGHT, YOUR FRIENDS MIGHT COURSE YOU, THAT IT'S NOT SO BAD, but FOLLOW YOUR INSTINCTS, and LET THEM BE MAD, They think that YOU ARE SCARY, and YOU'RE JUST NO FUN, KEEP PROTECTING YOUR PEACE, BE FIRM, and BE DONE, If your FRIENDS SEE YOU LEAVE, and THEY BRING YOU DOWN LOW, HOLD FIRM TO YOUR FAITH, FORGET THEM, and JUST GO, If you FEEL REAL NERVOUS, and you FEELING REAL SCARED, GET UP, HIGH TALE IT, and GET UP OUT OF THERE, Don't feel so bad that you WERE not involved, GOD BLOCKED THAT MESS, BE THANKFUL IT WAS SOLVED Don't feel bad that you didn't go God blocked an attack that you didn't even know IF THEY GET ALL PUSHY AND THEY JUST DON'T SEE, Just don't even go, and keep your sanity STAY WTH YOUR KIND, AND STAY IN YOUR LANE CERTAIN MUSIC, and MOVIES THAT I DO NOT CLAIM, I PLEAD PROTECTION IN JESUS MIGHTY NAME, DON'T BE OF THE WORLD, I'M NOT TRYING TO BE MEAN, JUST BE CHRIST LIKE AND ON THE WINNING TEAM!!!!! B.R. Date: 5/26/2026
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7d ago
May 26, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC
If it gets negative, then remove yourself
the littlest elf, tucked behind my ear helping to syphon every choice I hear will it aid? next will it grow? next will it dampen my soul? jackpot the littlest elf, tucked behind my ear clinging and clawing at opportunities near
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
littlest elf
I lived in the echo before the sound arrived, felt the breaking of things that hadn’t yet died. I walked in tomorrow while you slept in today, hearing the thunder you swore was miles away. I tasted the storm before it touched the sky, knew the truth of the fall long before your goodbye. I spoke in warnings, you heard in doubt — I screamed from the inside while you shut me out. They called it “too much,” said I think too deep — but I saw the waves while you stayed fast asleep. I carried the fracture before the glass split, held the ending together so the world wouldn’t quit. Then when the rain came and soaked through your skin, you said, “If we’d listened, we might have won.” Funny how hindsight wears a shining crown — you crown me a prophet only after the house burns down. I don’t choose the knowing, it chooses me — like stars writing secrets I’m forced to read. The universe whispers inside my chest, teaches me the worst before it gives me the best. It’s a blessing in daylight, a curse in the night — beautiful torment disguised as sight. Because knowing saves others but scars me inside — I see every ending before I can hide. I love with foresight, and that’s the cost — I save you from breaking while feeling lost. So walk in my shoes if you dare to try — see every goodbye before the first “hi.” You’d call it a miracle, call it divine — until the knowing began to bleed you dry. A gift made of starlight, a wound made of truth — I pay the price of seeing so the world can see through.
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 5:00 AM UTC
The Price of Knowing
I lived in the echo before the sound arrived, felt the breaking of things that hadn’t yet died. I walked in tomorrow while you slept in today, hearing the thunder you swore was miles away. I tasted the storm before it touched the sky, knew the truth of the fall long before your goodbye. I spoke in warnings, you heard in doubt — I screamed from the inside while you shut me out. They called it “too much,” said I think too deep — but I saw the waves while you stayed fast asleep. I carried the fracture before the glass split, held the ending together so the world wouldn’t quit. Then when the rain came and soaked through your skin, you said, “If we’d listened, we might have won.” Funny how hindsight wears a shining crown — you crown me a prophet only after the house burns down. I don’t choose the knowing, it chooses me — like stars writing secrets I’m forced to read. The universe whispers inside my chest, teaches me the worst before it gives me the best. It’s a blessing in daylight, a curse in the night — beautiful torment disguised as sight. Because knowing saves others but scars me inside — I see every ending before I can hide. I love with foresight, and that’s the cost — I save you from breaking while feeling lost. So walk in my shoes if you dare to try — see every goodbye before the first “hi.” You’d call it a miracle, call it divine — until the knowing began to bleed you dry. A gift made of starlight, a wound made of truth — I pay the price of seeing so the world can see through.
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today there’s no reason for it. shapes keep showing up, some better prepared than others. collision happens... at times it dwells, at times that’s enough to call it worthwhile; flesh will never be just, it recognizes what worked once. what has worked since. after a while, the pattern lines up on its own. you follow it without deciding to. there is comfort in that, you know... once in a while something misses, that’s usually fine. i say the wrong thing. i say it anyway. later, it’s obvious what i meant.
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC
practice
I cannot prove the moon is there, Nor measure its pale,pulling light. I only know the empty air Feels different on a moonless night. I cannot prove the ocean's deep, With charts and lines and sounding lead. I only know the restlessness it keeps Is calling from my blood and bed. I cannot prove you are the one, No theorem etched in stone or star. I only know,when day is done, The silence tells me where you are. So let them seek for solid ground, For fingerprints and facts and lies. My love is not a truth yet found, But one I learn to recognize. It is the great and aching need, The safe house in a world of scorn, The terrifying,lovely seed From which all other truths are born.
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 9:09 AM UTC
The Hypothesis of the Heart
The vines know when to let go. They curl back, patient, hands empty where fruit once was. The air hums low with what used to grow here. They say the frost is honest … it never promises spring. And yet, the roots below still wait for a warmth they can almost remember
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:34 PM UTC
The Garden in Late Autumn
What are we left with when all our masks shatter? What does the mirror echo when our reflection seizes to exist? What does the soul hunger in the depths of an endless void? What does our root seek amidst the face of uncertainty? What does our sacral desire when meaning evaporates? What does our solar plexus requires in the loss of self? What does our heart longs for when it loses its rhythm? What does our throat scream when it is voiceless? What does our third eye still sees when we stitch it shut? What does our crown hold when we finally surrender?
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 10:25 AM UTC
In The Stillness
You weren’t there when I stood tall in a scribbled note. I was sixteen, blushed naïve with first love, yet wise enough for dignity. Your *** I’m too busy to call” worked for two weeks, but intuition spoke louder, “He’s lying.” With every bit of courage a black Bic held in ink I wrote…           Dear Randy,                If you don’t respond                to this note, you’ll never                hear from me again.                                    Susie The phone didn’t ring. A letter never found my mailbox. As a heart does at sixteen mine broke into a thousand tears. I swam the river of shattering until my spirit fell on the shore. After being resuscitated from why, I rose stronger, proud I trusted the lighthouse within me and not the tormentor who didn’t care if I drowned.
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
Wise Enough for Dignity
The wind is changing. If I start shouting, It only attracts Those who can't tolerate A humble human pulse. They’ll come, taking away my calm. I will be forced to fight at the wrong time I can, after all, silently feel compassion. Decisions flow each day From the breathing mind The water is wasted for soulless tools, Not for thirsty, dry eyes. Then a sarcastic ambiguity Touched my body And an unpleasant shiver Ran under my skin, So cold, So emotionless, As if this muck wanted to melt My stubborn intuition. I can’t erase my feelings, So, I turn my soul inside To dive beyond this reality, Not to betray what I believe: My unyielding, simple sincerity With myself.
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
Between False Prudence and Loud Naïveté
I thought we were strangers As much as we were strangers to Everyone around I thought you were just A story untold, A future ideal My little self dreamt of you Pretended you were a hero She saw you under the bed In the backyard In the furled faces Of a million African daisies I knew you were of this universe, well-known But wasn't convinced We'd ever meet in the flesh But we've met many times You and I In the corner of my shoe closet Running down that street, bruised. We met in a cafe on Rue de Seine On the 4-hour bus rides at 3am We sat together, utterly content, On the floor of old libraries Inhaling stories and scents Of cedarwood and vanillan I saw you dancing When I was dancing Awkward nerds You took my hand, pulling Your kind, fractalled face Kissed mine a thousand times Your voice saved my life In awe at the depth of your knowing, I'm grateful we're still alive. X
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Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
Love letter to the Witness
Risk flirts with defeat Beaten doesn't mean you're beat Some plans trust retreat
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 2:18 AM UTC
Bruises
Kissing I slide down over his tongue into his -- soul, and feel his fear.
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Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 2:22 AM UTC
[ Kissing I slide down ]
The Calmness, the Stillness, the chill of despair, the voices of the unknown, of the Whispers in the Air!! Are you hearing the coded messages, of what they are trying to say???, or are you still trying to decipher them, this very single day, or maybe you are unaware of them, and you are letting them go astray!! They may seem to be a bit eerie, of what you are trying to hear, these Whipsers in the air, they tend to bring to you fear, You're incoherent of its understanding, but It Doesn't seem to make any sinse, Your mind and thoughts are boggled and Filled with so much suspense, So, just listen to the voices, with certainty and with care, There is a message you need to comprehend, This whispers in the Air!! B.R. Date: 5/30/2025
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May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
Whispers in the Air
Sometimes I feel like I have so much to say to you but you're not in my life yet. I trust one day you'll hear my words not with your ears but in your mind and find your way to me not by accident but by the design of the Causer of Causes. When that day comes I won't need words I'll just hold you so tight you'll hear every unspoken thought through the silence of my heartbeat.
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May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
Only You Can Hear
I should have left. That first moment, when my heart convulsed. But i was stubborn, I didn’t. I stayed. I had to know. I had to risk it. The body knows, before the mind does. Some truths whisper first, shatter later.
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May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC
The Quiet Alarm
close your eyes. breathe in eternity. let the weight of time dissolve. what is your soul’s curriculum? what lessons are carved in your bones, whispered in your dreams, woven into the moments that brought you here? Saturday. what an andy wants. what an andy needs. Saturn’s touch… did you call these trials into being? shape these crossroads before you arrived? do you feel the pull of destiny, or the echo of something you’ve already known? what an andy wants. what an andy needs. are you listening? to the hum beneath silence, the flicker between waking and sleep, the voice that speaks when all else is still? what an andy wants. what an andy needs. the answers are not ahead of you. they are within you. all you have to do— is remember. Return.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC
soultime
That night in my dream I saw the table, sheets of paper, pens scattered all around. I sat down to write, like many nights before. I picked a pen and another, but both ran out of ink. The voices fell silent. I sat alone in my room, calm and surprisingly happy watching the black sky not as scary as before. I thought of the sleepless hours, spent chasing words until dawn, afraid that something might go wrong in a nebulous state of mind. In the dim light of the lamp, I raised a ladder to my inner world. That night, I felt relief. I told myself, Why not? If I couldn’t write I would rest— without tension without the nasty inner critic. When my pens finally run dry, It won’t be my unhappy end. Just another phase. Thank you, my Intuition, for inspiration, your soft, invisible voice carried me to alternate worlds. Challenging, yet meaningful.
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Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
Intuition
Some things are left without a sound, Yet still, they echo all around. The things we hide beneath the skin, Can show without a word or grin. A glance can speak the things we fear, A silence that the heart holds dear. The unspoken truths remain alive, In every pause, in every sigh. No voice is needed to be true, For silence whispers what we knew. The quiet speaks the deepest plea, A language only hearts can see.
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 6:31 AM UTC
Words Unspoken
Accept that future is unknown and trust in your ability to handle anything that comes your way.
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Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 12:01 PM UTC
A piece of advice
I was on my usual morning commute, succumbing to the ease of autopilot, when I happened to glance out my window at a magpie. Our eyes met, just for a second, and in that moment, I dissolved from mindlessness into pure joy. A smile overtook my face as I felt nothing but this beautiful creature’s gaze upon me. I felt his unbotheredness - huddled against the wind, keeping himself warm without complaint. In that micro-second of silent conversation, I sensed his quiet affinity for life—his gratitude for the earth, which, day after day, provided him with food, and for the sky, which so effortlessly offered him passage. He wastes no time lamenting, only enjoying. It was with that thought that I realised: we are the same—on a parallel commute. Him, guided by his intuition, and me by mine.
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Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 8:00 PM UTC
Magpie
They don't know what to do When I say I'm a Witch. Blank stares and fake laughter As the words just roll Like honey from my lips. I'm not afraid to admit Out loud my descent. I take pride in being a line Of Healers and Wise Women Who knew secrets of the Earth And took care of their tribe. The ones burned at the stake Because of fear and greed Will live on inside of me. Through my work And my heart, and my hands. For I, too, am a Witch you see. A title that's blessed For eternity- An honor, royal, full of dignity. There's no shame to claiming My Heritage. For it beats loudly in my chest. Natural remedies come easily A gift that I possess. Potions made from oils Healing herbs and crystals Stored inside my mind, While Mother Earth does all the rest. So I dare you to look past your fear And deep inside my eyes Where secrets of ancient Wisdom lies. Maybe then you'll start to feel the truth When I tilt my chin to proudly proclaim: Why yes, actually I am a Witch. (Sister, so are you.) ©KSS 10/2018
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Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 8:50 PM UTC
I Am A Witch
I don't know how you do it It's like you can read my mind Even in those days when I feel My head is as busy as time square in the middle of a beautiful summer night
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Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 10:17 PM UTC
Mindreader