Random ramblings of a wandering factotum.
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Neglected Muse
The muse, a whispered, fragile thing,By daily clamor, it fails to sing.A screen’s bright glow, a buzzing phone,Distract the seed, before it’s sown. The endless tasks, a heavy chain,Where “later” echoes, dull and vain.And fear, that shadow, dark and deep,Keeps slumbering visions fast asleep.
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Whispers of Existence
I stand in the shadow of thought and time,A fleeting echo, a silent rhyme.Questioning whispers cloud my mind,Seeking truths I may not find. I know I am. I breathe, I see,Yet, purpose drifts away from me.A puzzle missing half its frame,A candle flickering without a flame. The stars don’t answer, the wind won’t say,Still, I…
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Broken Doll
In shadows rest the porcelain faces,Fractured lines in delicate traces.Once pristine, now worn with time,Their cracks a silent, mournful rhyme. But see the light that gently falls,Upon these tender, broken dolls.Each flaw is a mark of stories told,Of love once fierce, of hands that hold. Their eyes still gleam, though chipped and scarred,A testament to…
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Embrace the Real
In realms of filtered light and fleeting fame,A hollow echo whispers every name.The endless scroll, a captivating snare,Where envy blooms and true selves disappear. A world of likes, a fragile, empty prize,Reflected in a million judging eyes.The constant hum of curated, perfect lives,A subtle poison that slowly thrives. But beyond the screen, a vibrant world…
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Steps Forward Steps Apart
At fifty, life’s a book half-read,Pages turned with love and dread.Memories thick, the ink still wet,On paths I’ve walked, some with regret. The faces once so near and dear,Now echoes in a distant sphere.We shared our days, our nights, our dreams,Yet life is more than what it seems. I grasp the past with weathered hands,Reluctant…
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Shadows of the Mind
In caverns of my mind, a starless night,No guiding moon, no path, no guiding light.I wander lost, through twisting, shadowed halls,Where whispers echo off these lonely walls. The air is thick with thoughts, a tangled maze,Of doubts and fears, of sorrow’s hazy daze.Memories flicker, like dying embers’ glow,Casting long shadows on the path I don’t…
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Blown Away
A crown of wishes, soft and white,Awaits the breath of passing night.Each seed, a hope, a tiny sphere,Soon to be scattered, far and near. We often find ourselves caught in the undertow of life, planning, plotting, and striving for control. But have you ever stopped to consider the dandelion? A seemingly ordinary weed, it holds…
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Welcome to My Brain Dump
Hey there! So, you’ve stumbled upon my little corner of the internet. Let’s get one thing straight: I have no idea where this blog is going. One day, I might be waxing poetic about the meaning of life. The next, I could be raving about the perfect shade of blue for my kitchen. It’s basically…