Tag: the thursday lantern
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — The Union of Waiting
A quiet reflection on the unseen labor, patience, and the strange truth that some things only happen when no one is watching. A whimsical meditation on waiting, work, and the invisible forces that keep the ordinary world moving.
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — Brainstorm
I make the storm on purpose. I don’t wait for it. I shut the door in my head And let the pressure climb Until the air starts to move On its own
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — Every Day, Another Lie
Every day brings a new atrocity—and a new justification. A poem about noise, lies, and refusing to mistake exhaustion for consent.
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — Low Emotion Economy
A quiet piece about numbness, moving through life on mute, and doing the minimum required to qualify as “alive.”
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — The Department of Lost Days
There is a department that handles lost days. Not the bad ones. Not the good ones. Just the days that pass through
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — The Day After the Promise
A weekly light — poetry, stories, and reflections from the strange in-between. January arrives pretendingsomething was wiped clean. The calendar flips.The clock keeps its secrets.My body wakes up carryingeverything it had yesterday. The world calls this a beginning.Fresh page.Clean slate.A chance to be betterthan I was allowed to be last year. But nothing packed its…
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — After the Lights Go Out
Christmas has always felt like an ache to me. Not joy. Not sorrow. Something in between. A quiet melancholy that settles once the noise fades.
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — Ambient Collapse
A quiet poem about noise, exhaustion, and the small, stubborn act of continuing on when the world feels too loud to hold.
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — The Measure of Other People
A Thursday Lantern Reflection on the quiet harm of comparison, and the fight to see ourselves without the distortions of someone else’s highlight reel.
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🕯️ The Thursday Lantern — Before the Moment Passes
A tender, aching prose poem about answering the small miracles before they slip away. A reflection on regret, presence, and the fragile urgency of love.