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Whispers of Purpose
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The mid-afternoon sun, a molten river breaching the horizon, spilled onto my bare chest, warming the goosebumps raised by the sudden memory.A phantom touch lingered – the press of cool fingers against sun-baked skin, a laugh that chimed like how the wind chimes in a summer breeze.I sank deeper into the plush embrace of the recliner, the worn leather sighing beneath my weight.The remnants of the…
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suparhythm · 26 days
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Beyond Anxiey and Self-Isolation
The ceiling fan creaks a monotonous lullaby, a mocking counterpoint to the symphony of anxieties swirling inside my head.Sunlight bleeds weakly through the dusty blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing a chaotic ballet in the air; each particle a tiny reflection of the disarray that is my life.My reflection in the mirror across the room mocks me,dark circles under bloodshot eyes, hair a…
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suparhythm · 27 days
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The Aftertaste of Success, Sweetened by Scars [Sonnet of the Day]
The sweetness of success still linger in my mouth,A saccharine serenade on victory’s tongue.Years of work tattooed on rough hands – a portrait of perseverance,The battles fought, the weary nights outrun.The list, a tattered map, once held so dear,With dreams engraved in ink, ambitious lines.Each check, a conquered peak, a banished fear,The manifestation of a spirit that entwinesWith perseverance,…
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suparhythm · 1 month
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*****Nyota*****
***Nyota***The sun in Paradise Lost, Nairobi, dips low, painting the distant bamboos in hues of burnt umber and wildfire-orange.The air is thick with the scent of acacia and dust, something that normally calms my restless soul.Every element under her control, this woman who shouldn’t exist outside the pages of some celestial travelogue.They call her Nyota – Swahili for “star.” But Nyota isn’t a…
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suparhythm · 2 months
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A drop in the Ocean (Haiku)
Vastness holds a tear,One life, a ripple unseen,Yet the tide rolls on.
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suparhythm · 2 months
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I wish to Remain Anonymous
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suparhythm · 2 months
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Rise! (Stop Living in the Past)
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suparhythm · 2 months
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Rise, oh Brave Warrior, and Rewrite Your Song
The world throws shadows, which paint your canvas grey,It whispers doubts that pirouette on fear’s ballet.However, pay attention, behind the storm’s chorus,a melody hums, an orchestra unheard. Not in the trumpets’ blare, nor the drums’ loud boom,but in the soundless strength of a delicate flower.Drinking in the sun, the sunflower holds its head high,though the storm rages, its roots remain,…
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suparhythm · 3 months
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Sonnet of the Day (A Soldier's Longing)
Where shrapnel whispers secrets in the dust,And smoke hangs heavy, choking hope’s frail spark,My weary mind transcends the battle’s gust,To seek solace in your smile, a sunlit ark.No crimson sunsets paint my battleground,But skies of velvet, where your laughter rings,Where moonbeams dance upon your hair unbound,And fireflies ignite on whispered wings.I close my eyes, and see the meadow’s…
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suparhythm · 3 months
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A Knight's Oath, a Princess's Heart: A Forbidden Dance
In the kingdom’s castle, defined by duty and valor, there shimmers a thread of gold, delicate yet strong – Princess Amara. My heart, once a stoic shield, now beats in waltz time whenever I stand near her. It’s not just her beauty, though that is a story whispered by beams of the moon on alabaster skin and laughter echoing like wind chimes in a summer breeze. It’s the way her eyes, the color of…
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suparhythm · 3 months
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Betrayal and Forgiveness - Part III (Haiku)
Ashes of what was, Cradle embers of a hope, Phoenix wings unfurl
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suparhythm · 3 months
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Sonnet of the Day (Hope)
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Though shadows weave a shroud where sunlight slept,And winter’s bite chills marrow to the bone,Let not despair claim victory, unkept,Nor doubt’s cold serpent round your spirit throne.For dawn still breathes, a whisper on the breeze,And stars still paint the canvas of the night,Unseen, unheard, they sing of destinies,Where storms are seeds for fields of pure white light.Rise, weary heart,…
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suparhythm · 3 months
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Under a Sky Scribbled with Dreams: Anne, the Unbound
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Anne, a slip of a girl with eyes the color of storm clouds and a tongue sharper than a rusted nail, tumbled off the stagecoach like a startled sparrow. Dust billowed around her, obscuring the sun-baked streets of Harmony Creek, a town as predictable as its name. This, she thought, was her exile. Thirteen years of bouncing between cold-hearted orphanages and homes with a revolving door of…
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suparhythm · 3 months
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The Color Red (#FF0000)
The world bleeds red when I think of you. Not the dull ache of a sunburnt afternoon, but the molten core of a volcano about to erupt. A ruby dagger plunged into velvet darkness, staining it with promise and terror in equal measure. It was your laughter, I think, that first painted the world crimson. A cascade of pomegranate seeds bursting on your tongue, each giggle a firework against the stark…
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suparhythm · 3 months
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Betrayal and Forgiveness - Part II (Haiku)
Whispered venom stings, Echoes in a shattered trust, Will forgiveness rise?
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suparhythm · 3 months
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The Rats Syndicate of Squawking Valley
YES! This is worth reading. Its a short story about the Rats Syndicate. Its thrilling, adventurous as well as humorous. Check it out.
In the heart of Squawking Valley, a quaint hamlet nestled amongst towering oak trees and bustling with feathered families, lurked a most curious shadow. No, it wasn’t a fearsome owl with a penchant for midnight snacks, nor a cunning fox with a thirst for mischief. It was the Rats Syndicate, a ragtag assembly of rodents reigning supreme over Squawking Valley with a velvet paw and a twinkle in…
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suparhythm · 3 months
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Lost in Her Orbit (Haiku)
Indigo hair flows,Eyes fathom galaxies untold,Lost in her orbit.
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