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Musings September 2024

Waking with the Rain

Waking to the sound of rain on my window,
the steady rhythm of drops against the glass,
I stir, bone-tired but smiling,
grateful for this gentle greeting from the world.
The kind of morning where weariness
feels like a badge earned,
not a burden.

Your Energy Shifts - The Fat Poet - Owen Sesaldo 02
No Goddess September 2024

Your Energy Shifts

It boggles my mind,
how effortlessly he enters your space,
how your laughter fades,
just enough for me to notice.
You think I do not sense it,
the way your words twist
and reshape themselves around him,
like you are building a different world
when he is near,
one I cannot quite reach.

03
30 Days of You September 2024

Good Night

Sleep, my love,
for in our dreams,
the miles vanish,
and we find each other
where time has no power,
where love,
even in its longing,
is boundless.

04
No Goddess September 2024

The Other Man

Yet every day,
he takes what should be mine,
his presence invisible,
but felt in every word,
every glance,
and I am left here,
waiting in the silence
for the pieces of you
that he hasn’t yet claimed.

05
30 Days of You September 2024

In a Heartbeat

The pulse of my heart knows no direction but you,
it beats to the rhythm of your name,
each breath a promise
that there is no space, no time,
that can stretch wide enough
to keep me from you.

You Returned - Owen Sesaldo - The Fat Poet 06
No Goddess August 2024

You Returned

Forgive me for loving you so fiercely,
for binding myself to the image of you
that once danced in my dreams.
But know this:
you can wager on the stars,
bet on the turning of the heavens -
this heart will not open its door again.
No, not for you.

07
Resurgence August 2024

Angry Wind

I feel its rage resonate with mine,
a shared tempest beneath my skin,
where the calm was never meant to stay.

Let Me Steal a Kiss - The Fat Poet 08
Celestial Whispers August 2024

Let Me Steal a Kiss

It’s not the grand gestures I seek,
but the simple closeness,
the brush of lips that says more than words,
a stolen moment that belongs only to us.

09
Celestial Whispers August 2024

Morning Greets Me

I rise, not just to the day,  
but to the thought of you,  
carried in the morning breeze,  
in the song of the birds,  
in the fresh promise 
of the hours yet to unfold.

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Celestial Whispers August 2024

Evening Stroll

Shall I call myself a fool,
for letting my heart lead where reason would not go,
for wandering in a dream of you,
where every step takes me deeper,
into the gentle madness of love?