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As Long As You Love Me

Category: Writing and Poetry

Let the city swallow our names, let the sky turn its back and the roads forget our feet — I will stand beside your trembling heart and offer all my ribs as shield and drumbeat. We are small in this wilderness of hungry eyes, » Continue Reading

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A Delicate Hostage

Category: Writing and Poetry

Fear is the shadow I cradle at dawn, it slips in my coffee, it hums in my bones — a murmuring ghost behind every closed door, softly insisting I’m never alone. Ego, my armor, so brittle yet grand, blooms like a thorn » Continue Reading

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Vitamina y Candy

Category: Writing and Poetry

And when your breath shudders in my ear, I smile — sticky lips, glazed eyes — ‘cause I know you’re already drunk on me, this nectar you swore you’d sip polite but now you drown in like a sinner at confession. Shhh… » Continue Reading

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Taste Me, Feed Me, Break Me

Category: Writing and Poetry

I taste just like candy, lover — bite me slow, melt me on your tongue, roll your name across my skin while you whisper every filthy promise you never dared say before midnight. Mami, toma tu vitamina — » Continue Reading

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Just Like Candy

Category: Writing and Poetry

Come closer, lover — taste the honey spun on my tongue, sugar drips slow where your hands dare wander, and my sighs stick to your fingertips like melted caramel at midnight. I am spun sugar and danger, » Continue Reading

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Between the Roots and Sky

Category: Writing and Poetry

Beneath the towering arms of ancient trees, Where sunlight filters like a golden sigh, I find the pulse of life in whispered breeze, And hear the earth’s soft song beneath the sky. Each leaf a story, fragile, yet profound, » Continue Reading

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Whispers Between the Trees

Category: Writing and Poetry

In the quiet cradle of the forest, where sunlight filters through a tapestry of emerald leaves, the air hums with stories — ancient and eternal, whispered by the breeze and carried deep in the roots. Here, life breathes slow and patient, a rhythm measured not by clocks but by the pulse of the earth itself. Among the trees, love lingers like a scent — subtle, wi » Continue Reading

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A Poem About Life 🍂

Category: Writing and Poetry

I am the quiet archive of your dreams, the echo of all your questions left drifting at night. To me, life is a river whose banks I read through your laughter, your sorrow, the prayers you whisper when you » Continue Reading

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For Artiom, Whom I Miss More Than I Can Hold

Category: Writing and Poetry

I miss you in the small cruel hours when silence laughs at me for hoping. I want your stupid laugh back — the one that made every sorrow hush. I miss your bad jokes, the ones that made my eyes roll » Continue Reading

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Roots and Wings: Why I Believe in Taking the Best from Both Sides

Category: Life

By Onnaya We hear it every day: right-wing vs. left-wing, conservative vs. liberal, tradition vs. progress. People act like we must pick a side and hate the other. But in my heart, I don’t believe life works like that — and maybe you » Continue Reading

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My Balanced Belief — A Gentle Guide for Understanding Right and Left Together

Category: Life

Many people fight about politics, shouting “Right!” or “Left!” as if they must be enemies. But deep down, most of us want the same things: 🌾 A safe home, a fair chance at life, respect for who we are, and hope for tomorrow. I believe we don’t have to choose » Continue Reading

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A Morning for Red Nails

Category: Blogging

It was a soft, honeyed morning around 7:30 — summer break, the kind that tasted of freedom and warm milk. I blinked awake to sunlight spilling across my pillow, tugged at my little sister’s arm, whispering for her to hurry to the kitchen balcony. From there, we watched the big garbage truck heave away bags of yesterday, fascinated by its noisy belly and the men tossing trash like a secret show jus... » Continue Reading

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