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Notebooks scattered here and there Broken pencils in cup holders Empty energy drink cans on the floor ***** of paper strewn across the house An open thesaurus on the kitchen counter Instrumental music on loop playing and the poet themself draped over the couch cushions fast asleep with all their clothes on...
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Signs of a Poet Living in Your House
Deep in the Now, there exists a kind of woman, often attacked, and sometimes rejected. A warrior soul, independent, rebellious, the feminine in its purest state, untamed and free. She is the one who left Eden, forsaking the comfort of man to carve her own path. They say she was born from Adam’s dust, but made of pure energy and empowerment. She is where the deepest passions and the hidden faces emerge. She is where life’s wounds, fears, and shadows are faced, where lost power is reclaimed. A beautiful woman, but I prefer her in the streets. Because in my bed, I want the one who surrenders, the one who loves. The one who cares for me, and lets me care for her, who speaks to me through true communication. And after long conversations, time slips away unnoticed. A beautiful woman, in her fire and her calm, Lilith in the streets, Eve at home. Not because man commands it, but because that is where she finds her balance.
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Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
Lilith and eve in the same being.
A Husband, Another Father Yes… For every wife, her husband is another father. In her parental home, the love of a father she once knew, she finds once again in the heart of her husband. To her, a husband is not merely a life partner — He is another father. Just as she becomes a child in the presence of the father who raised her, Likewise, With the man she married, she becomes a child once more. When she sees the reflection of a father’s love within her husband’s affection, Her heart, once again, returns to childhood. A father’s kiss never belongs to desire… Because, To a father, His daughter is another mother. And to a daughter, her father is another son. If one truly understands this emotion that words cannot contain, Then every wife will realize that her husband is also a father in love and care. And every husband will realize that his wife is His first mother…❤ — Aachariyar Modern Tamil Writer ✨
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
A Husband, Another Father