Author: Jayce Ran
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I don’t chase the loudest roomsI follow where the voices breatheWhere laughter leans toward meaningAnd quiet knows when to speak I sit where sparks pass hand to handNot just to warm the nightBut to learn the shape of fireFrom another…
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Fortune wears a thousand facesChanges every time you blinkShe dances through the open doorwaysNever stays long enough to thinkShe likes a hand upon her shoulderLikes a whisper in her earBut she won’t promise you tomorrowShe only loves you while you’re…
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I was poured into a countryLike rain into old stone groundLearning the taste of the soilLearning what settles downThey said this is how we move hereThis is the shape of the streamSo I swallowed the weather quietlyAnd carried it inside…
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I folded the thunder into my coatLeft the lightning at the doorSome crowns are made of borrowed noiseThey shake but they’re hollow at the core I watched desire light a matchJust to feel the heat appearBut fire that begs for…
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I learned it watching towers of glassBow their heads like they don’t reflect backEvery victory hums in the airLike it wants to be rememberedLike it wants to be paid for later Win too loud, the room goes stillClimb too fast,…
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I wasn’t born complete or cleanI came in crooked, split at the seamsEvery day a quieter fixEvery scar a lesson stitched inThe mirror never told me “done”Just showed the work that wasn’t run I learned the weight of waiting longThe…
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I never built the altarI just showed you how to prayGold is only furnitureTill belief gives it a name Applause falls through your fingersHunger learns how to stayI’ve trusted empty hands beforeMore than thanks that fade away You remember the…
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Knowledge hums like wires in the wallsQuiet heat behind the soundCourage is the step you takeWhen the floor is breaking down Some collect the map in framesNever trace a single lineSome run headfirst into smokeCalling panic divine A mind without…
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I keep my answers folded tight,like pocket-knives asleep at night.Sharp enough to change a life,hidden just to shine. They watch the unopened letter of me,sealed with a quiet I’ve learned to keep.Expectation grows like a tidepulling hearts to the shore…
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West wind carries my character,east light sharpens my mind;two lanterns arguing softlyover who will guide my stride.But a single flame makes shadows,and shadows make me blind. I once walked only by thinkingclear maps, cold stones, thin air;every riddle bowed before…
