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where darkness deepens, light leans closer, caressing edges with a lingering touch light and shadow moving like lovers, each breathing life into the other

a meeting of shadows, a place where longing leans toward light they find one another stretching long in the late sun, they cross and mingle, they part, and sometimes join again a simple thing, like wind in the grass, or the hush of footsteps in fallen leaves

I wrote a poem about you once Used the ocean as a metaphor You didn't see it and I never told you And yet, the tide still ebbs and flows The earth still spins and I... well, I'm still too insignificant for the ink that spills from your pen

love note for those of us who need one

In the dim glow of our shared stage, the hardest part was knowing this wasn’t just an intermission, but a final act, a quiet closing Hearts, they bleed, crafted for the bittersweet, foolish to think love never fades, yet still we danced, believing in forever

It’s the time to entrust another year to sweet memory. Glance back with tender benevolence and gratitude, then move forward to gather even brighter moments in the new year. ✨ Happy New Year!

I have a tacit agreement with Santa. I subtly agree to behave, and he subtly agrees to overlook my ‘seasonal mischief’. It’s a holiday tradition.

adrift, caught between the echoes of here and there, I am the embodiment of limbo’s embrace yearning for a place beyond this restless state, just another soul looking for a way to feel alive in a place that’s not quite here, not quite there

Those who can wrap a beautiful gift. Those who can’t smack a bow on the liquor store bag. win/win

winter solstice when the universe decides that daylight is overrated and we should all embrace our inner vampires

dark is to light as light is to dark one gives shape, the other gives form, in their embrace, both calm and storm

She smiled, it was simple, the way the sea is simple, like the quiet between waves. Sometimes that's enough. And sometimes it's the calm before the storm, when every whisper of the wind teases…

suddenly, the mundane faded away, leaving only the warmth of a conversation wrapped in smiles

there's a wistful charm in the act of penning a love note but sometimes a picture works too

deep in her heart, a memory remains

I’m sipping a calming cup of tea and trying to dream of a nap. But, my brain neurons are busy throwing a little dance party, complete with scratchy tunes and no way to turn down the volume.

Pfft… coal is just a misunderstood diamond in the rough bring it on, Santa

I’ll keep my inner demons, thank you. They’re the life of the party.

hello life… i thought there’d be more poetry

Ahhh well, there was a time...

the lyrics dissolved into the background, as if they were mere whispers in a crowded room unencumbered by the weight, the essence of the song transcended its words, speaking in a language that needed no translation

Logged on to Bluesky, only to find the world still in chaos. Heading back to my blanket fort with a naughty book if anyone needs me.

meet me here

every step, a graceful negotiation between the whimsical and the practical, ensuring you neither float away on a cloud of fantasy nor sink into the quicksand of reality

powerful words tinged with soft edges like the soft pinkish swirls found in a blood red sunset