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Bethany Samaddar
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#Writer #poetry #vss365

Debut novel coming soon. Fan of coffee, kindness, musicals, salty air, chocolate & peanut butter (together, of course).

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She lost her #lambent sky eyes
in the crush of still life.
She could see it,
pursed behind irises—
a dying speck of sun, shivering.
She tried to pluck it from a memory,
but like the ghosted flicker of stars,
it was already light-years away.

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Close-up black‑and‑white portrait of a woman’s face, with a visible tear.
February 5, 2026 at 5:40 AM
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#pain
What if the door is closed? She’s tired of bartering for dreams woven from the teeth of “never enough.” Pain is nothing more than blood traded for rust. The girl, the insufficient girl, crafting broken stars from her forsaken garden of forget-mes. She is wilting dust in the periphery of some eye, somewhere. Her shadow-thin soul quivers Slam. What if it was never open at all.
February 3, 2026 at 8:14 AM
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My #soul speaks in riots
quiet though they may be.

Can you hear it?

Or is it but a whisper
a cacophony below a summer’s green,
a storm folded in brooding sea.

Or am I but a firefly
stealing kisses from the sun?

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Dandelion seed head glowing against a warm sunrise or sunset sky.
February 2, 2026 at 4:11 AM
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#soothe
She wanders the backlit alleys of the brokenhearted, the torn-out pages of words hobbling on cobblestones, disconnected from pen. Her soul is a held breath, a moment dangling from marionette strings. Searching for something she cannot name: a touch, a quiver, a soul’s kiss, a marrowed soothe spoon-fed, dripping with warmth, life fluttering above her palms.
February 1, 2026 at 10:11 PM
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#thrum
You left songs for me in our field of pale pink cosmos, where we walked, fingers brushing under a matchmaking moon. You hid them in ballet‑slipper blooms and mosslit braids. I listen for your thrum of step, but you’re already gone, chasing the red strings of your next almost. Now, unstrung, I drift in the fog of our once‑gilded song.
January 30, 2026 at 2:16 PM
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#quiver
You are a shooting star, and I earth. You sail on, swashbuckling the night. Others hear your hiss as you arc overhead, taking aim with their quiver of arrows. But I know it’s just you, giggling. The sky your opus, a canvass for your speed-of-light mind. Sometimes you land in the palm of my hand, perch there for a while, sparkling. My own piece of infinity come home. I don’t feel your burn, only your warmth. It’s us: earth and star, safe from the turmoil of this spinning rock. These are the moments I bottle in my heart, carved by time for mothers and sons.
January 28, 2026 at 5:29 PM
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#ruse
When the #ruse finally died, she couldn’t exhale it into the indifferent air. She couldn’t extract it and skip it along the water like a careless pebble. It had become a part of her. She would have to live with it hunching over her shoulders, sharing drops of breath. When the sun rose the next day, she wasn’t the same. A part of her had died with the ruse. The horizon stretched farther, its colors muted and subdued—a whimper above the sea instead of the song of gulls. That’s the price of heart. The allure of illusion.
January 25, 2026 at 5:48 AM
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He unlaces silk petals,
tracing her frame,
charging breaths,
turning words to currents.

The soft of her eyelids,
the slow rise of her chest,
the crescent moon of her curves.

Stems of fire #drizzle from her navel,
his name spelled in embers
beneath her skin.

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Black and white image of woman’s bare back
January 23, 2026 at 4:32 PM
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#unmoor
She unmoors her heart, sets it on a boat and offers it to the sea. It sleeps where starlight goes to be unseen before sinking beneath the surface, landing like a mistake on a silent bed of salt. She awakes to joyless joy painless pain. Drifting in slate, she tries to recall the soft curves of her face when he looked in her eyes.
January 22, 2026 at 4:30 PM
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#bend
I’ve never once written about you, and I wonder how that can be so? You, with your quivering lip and unsure hands, your steady heart and whimpering past. I only wanted to build you up, give you hummingbird wings to help you flutter over the desert rose, enough to know your worth. But, in the end, my cut may have bled the most. A thousand sorries will forever echo in the unspoken of my eyes. I’ll dust them over city streets and canyons where eagles #bend with the wind, and I’ll picture you rising above them all, hovering between branches and strands of sun. 
January 21, 2026 at 8:04 AM
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#veer
In the absence of spoken word, I stumble over rocks of uncertainty, drifting depths that feel like your heart. I veer through mazes of swirling blue prisms and shuttered windows, but you left one open, and I slipped in. You visit me when freedom warms your blood like a river rippling over sun-warmed stones. We lie in a sprinkle of stardust, you alongside me, lost in quiet contours, and we breathe in the scent of hidden flame and freshly fallen rain. 
January 19, 2026 at 4:28 AM
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#dapple
These bones creak like that old boat of yours, which had no place on sea, no place on land. I sat on its worn bow, cross-legged, smiling at my reflection— a #dappled portrait floating on water. I was too young to see its cracks and burnt rust, like the hull of your mind that never knew love. Then, I didn’t know that it’s hard to tell decay from the smell of summer on the shore, where the moon shaped a girl from the heart of a Cancer and the fury of a Bull.
January 17, 2026 at 5:25 AM
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When I dream of you,
I’ll no longer feel the #heartfelt tether:
magnetic, beautiful, untamed.
I’ll hear your words
shaped from the demons in my chest.
I’ll circle the scars on my skin
in dark searing ink,
a reminder that love can burn.

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📷 StockCake
Moonlit forest lake
January 15, 2026 at 4:43 PM
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#stoop
#poetry
Delicate swirls of liquid silver light the sky, signals from a distant sun. Memory’s eyes, pools lying on earth’s #stoop, mirror the hypnotic dance of billows. Yet these pale flares are built from yesterday’s trees, their leaves lost at the dusk of a prior storm. They carry a faded name in their plume. Universe, curator of charms meant to dissolve on the tongue, you hide him in lush gardens while I drift in his smoke.
January 13, 2026 at 7:52 PM
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#poem
#poetry
I fall into your blue aura, your mysterious depths, waiting for a morning star to perch on my shoulder and whisper the tune of the lost lark. Yet there are no trills, no soft metallophone of notes guiding my #slapdash heart back to the vale’s waking grass. So I sleep in the hands of hesitation, and wonder if you feel my touch.
January 12, 2026 at 9:43 PM
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We don’t need to share blades of grass to walk side by side.
Fear and desire dress us in the same
tattered masks.
Your fingertips find my scars,
and, beneath your soft gaze
I lie #unadorned.
You give me your pale blues and caged crimsons,
and we bloom in a new shade of pain.

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Silhouette of tall grass against a glowing moon, set in blue-purple sky.
January 8, 2026 at 4:34 PM
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searching for you in clouded panes
folding my loneliness into a kiss
I slip it to the mourning doves
flying west
did it reach your lips?

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#poetry

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White dove in mid-flight wings fully extended in soft, luminous motion.
January 7, 2026 at 6:06 AM
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She knew she wasn’t meant for this world when she held the hand of the willow.
She searched for her place,
wandering moons and forests,
#spooking neither shadows nor the living.
She became a trail of lone footprints
dissolving
beneath
the buried heart of the oak.

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A solitary tree in a field of tall dry grass
January 6, 2026 at 3:19 PM
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#SatSplat
#poem
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Your black hair plays in my mind, eyes that I almost remember— a smirk resting at the corners of each, a soft look, uniquely yours. You said you were tossing pennies in a well, wondering if it was too deep to hear my echo. Yet the sound traveled farther than you knew— your name, a conch of old tides, and when I press it to my ear, the sea becomes your voice in the quiet of my heart, by a shore silvered with falling snow.
January 4, 2026 at 12:27 AM
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Her cage is made of promises built from the frailty of youth— placed beneath the sun where tumbleweed blow free past her fingertips. She feels their wind on her face as they chase the midnight moon, where rain is a mythmaker teasing the edge of her mind. Her cage is made from weeping hours and the slumping shoulders of yesteryear. The beat of her heart is a pair of eyes closing slowly as the last light falls.
January 2, 2026 at 5:30 PM
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#dream
Ghost of my heart, will you gift me a sliver of reality? You see, I’m still wandering these carnival mirrors, where dream and truth tint themselves in the same color. Was any of it real? Beneath your heartbeat, warmed by your aching blood, was there ever a soft silhouette of me? You need not fear the truth— I will never look you in the eyes, but will only glide in the skyborne breath of freedom.
December 31, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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She is melancholy, born from the marrow of unrequited love. Only two hands to cradle her soft wilting shoulders, dreaming of four, dreaming of four. She sent her tiny wails into the wild, like a lone wolf calling through the bare night. Had she known the gnashing teeth of his reply, she would have swallowed her voice, tucking it beneath the corners of that little barred bed that housed her fears. Goodnight, girl of wisteria and tangled locks.
December 30, 2025 at 8:45 PM
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A single strand of her hair falls onto his cheek, only lost cells tied together by rosemary shampoo and years flicked from the barrel of a fading storm. Yet he sees more. He sees a violin string plucking Mozart beneath the stars of his eyes, a viola wisp sighing onto his skin and #traveling to his mind, where he pauses in soft wonder. But she hears no symphony, no soft strum of a lone guitar— only the haunted silence of a crumbling concerto, reaching for its forgotten sound in the arms of illusion, which hears only the tired drone of a side street performer and the faintest whisper of a dying rhapsody when the wind blows just so.
December 30, 2025 at 7:49 PM
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Under the rhythm of shared pulse, and the silver palimpsests of constellations, words fall meaningless— clumsy, weighted pebbles, slowing your reach. I rise and fall beneath the warm tide of your touch, as your breath meanders along half-lit curves. Tangled in your #sole gravity, I sink into the afterglow of your kiss— burning in the mouth of your dark.
December 29, 2025 at 8:41 PM
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What if I told you, I see you. Then what would you do? Don’t answer, love, I already know. You’d hover your hand near mine, faint as fireflies skimming water, before retreating to your place under moon’s pale wing— that soft pitch which shields you from the light you both love and fear, while #Mars keeps its distance, burning low on the horizon. I see you. I do, I do. Go to your moon, love. My shadow follows, close enough to warm your breath, far enough to keep your feet on the ground. For we are kintsugi, gold threading the seams between us.
December 29, 2025 at 1:37 AM