murfi-lab
@murfi-lab.bsky.social
Writer exploring how silence shapes thought and emotion.
Developing the Murfi Structural Cycle — a poetic framework where language rebuilds itself through collapse and memory.
Developing the Murfi Structural Cycle — a poetic framework where language rebuilds itself through collapse and memory.
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murfi-lab
@murfi-lab.bsky.social
· Oct 25
Silence wasn’t absence —
it was the architecture of thought.
Murfi-Lab writes where language collapses, reconstructing meaning through structure and memory.
#MurfiLab #Philosophy #StructuralPoetry
it was the architecture of thought.
Murfi-Lab writes where language collapses, reconstructing meaning through structure and memory.
#MurfiLab #Philosophy #StructuralPoetry
The air knew my name.
No one else had to.
The loneliness stayed,
like a light left on.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
No one else had to.
The loneliness stayed,
like a light left on.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 19, 2025 at 1:10 AM
The air knew my name.
No one else had to.
The loneliness stayed,
like a light left on.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
No one else had to.
The loneliness stayed,
like a light left on.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Morning rain traces the window slowly.
Steam rises, then thins.
It almost forms a name.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Steam rises, then thins.
It almost forms a name.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 18, 2025 at 12:39 AM
Morning rain traces the window slowly.
Steam rises, then thins.
It almost forms a name.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Steam rises, then thins.
It almost forms a name.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Morning arrived on time.
I stayed in place.
I kept going out of habit.
Even strength hesitated.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
I stayed in place.
I kept going out of habit.
Even strength hesitated.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 15, 2025 at 11:54 PM
Morning arrived on time.
I stayed in place.
I kept going out of habit.
Even strength hesitated.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
I stayed in place.
I kept going out of habit.
Even strength hesitated.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Nothing happened,
yet I kept thinning out.
My voice lowered,
my presence turned to air.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
yet I kept thinning out.
My voice lowered,
my presence turned to air.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 15, 2025 at 12:06 AM
Nothing happened,
yet I kept thinning out.
My voice lowered,
my presence turned to air.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
yet I kept thinning out.
My voice lowered,
my presence turned to air.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Your name exists only in the air.
It doesn’t move.
For a moment, I think I hear it shift.
Then I realize it’s just the heater.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
It doesn’t move.
For a moment, I think I hear it shift.
Then I realize it’s just the heater.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 13, 2025 at 1:18 AM
Your name exists only in the air.
It doesn’t move.
For a moment, I think I hear it shift.
Then I realize it’s just the heater.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
It doesn’t move.
For a moment, I think I hear it shift.
Then I realize it’s just the heater.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Steam held its shape above the cup.
A small cloud with nowhere to travel.
I drank slowly.
Trying not to lose the warmth.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
A small cloud with nowhere to travel.
I drank slowly.
Trying not to lose the warmth.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 10, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Steam held its shape above the cup.
A small cloud with nowhere to travel.
I drank slowly.
Trying not to lose the warmth.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
A small cloud with nowhere to travel.
I drank slowly.
Trying not to lose the warmth.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
The hour before dawn held a thin blue cold. My breath rose pale, then faded.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 9, 2025 at 12:55 AM
The hour before dawn held a thin blue cold. My breath rose pale, then faded.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Maybe lightness was never the problem.
Even while shaking, the part of me still here mattered more.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Even while shaking, the part of me still here mattered more.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 8, 2025 at 12:17 AM
Maybe lightness was never the problem.
Even while shaking, the part of me still here mattered more.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Even while shaking, the part of me still here mattered more.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 5, 2025 at 12:19 AM
Sunlight shifted across the table,
touching everything as if something had quietly chosen to stay.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
touching everything as if something had quietly chosen to stay.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 4, 2025 at 12:07 AM
Sunlight shifted across the table,
touching everything as if something had quietly chosen to stay.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
touching everything as if something had quietly chosen to stay.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
The hallway held the shape of your steps longer than I expected.
Light pooled on the floor like it was listening.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Light pooled on the floor like it was listening.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 3, 2025 at 12:30 AM
The hallway held the shape of your steps longer than I expected.
Light pooled on the floor like it was listening.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Light pooled on the floor like it was listening.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
I wrapped both hands around the cup again.
Not for the warmth.
Just for the small proof that something stayed.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Not for the warmth.
Just for the small proof that something stayed.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
December 1, 2025 at 1:00 AM
I wrapped both hands around the cup again.
Not for the warmth.
Just for the small proof that something stayed.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Not for the warmth.
Just for the small proof that something stayed.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
I let the quiet settle across my shoulders.
Not comfort, not warmth—just a presence that didn’t leave.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Not comfort, not warmth—just a presence that didn’t leave.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
November 28, 2025 at 12:09 AM
I let the quiet settle across my shoulders.
Not comfort, not warmth—just a presence that didn’t leave.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Not comfort, not warmth—just a presence that didn’t leave.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
I move through the unending fog,
unable to stop,
unable to let myself fade.
I only hope I don’t fall
before the path finally opens.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
unable to stop,
unable to let myself fade.
I only hope I don’t fall
before the path finally opens.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
November 26, 2025 at 12:28 AM
I move through the unending fog,
unable to stop,
unable to let myself fade.
I only hope I don’t fall
before the path finally opens.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
unable to stop,
unable to let myself fade.
I only hope I don’t fall
before the path finally opens.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
A faint mist slips into the room,
and I lean into its softness for a moment.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
and I lean into its softness for a moment.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
November 25, 2025 at 12:56 AM
A faint mist slips into the room,
and I lean into its softness for a moment.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
and I lean into its softness for a moment.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
November 22, 2025 at 1:39 AM
I move through the room slowly,
letting the dimness follow me,
a soft reminder that not every beginning needs to be bright.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
letting the dimness follow me,
a soft reminder that not every beginning needs to be bright.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
November 21, 2025 at 12:56 AM
I move through the room slowly,
letting the dimness follow me,
a soft reminder that not every beginning needs to be bright.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
letting the dimness follow me,
a soft reminder that not every beginning needs to be bright.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
Growth isn’t rational.
It doesn’t wait for readiness.
Life pushes first, and we name it growth only after we survive it.
#EmotionalWriting #Philosophy
#WritingOnBluesky
It doesn’t wait for readiness.
Life pushes first, and we name it growth only after we survive it.
#EmotionalWriting #Philosophy
#WritingOnBluesky
November 20, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Growth isn’t rational.
It doesn’t wait for readiness.
Life pushes first, and we name it growth only after we survive it.
#EmotionalWriting #Philosophy
#WritingOnBluesky
It doesn’t wait for readiness.
Life pushes first, and we name it growth only after we survive it.
#EmotionalWriting #Philosophy
#WritingOnBluesky
Self-awareness begins in pain.
When faced with a truth we cannot deny, we finally see ourselves.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
#LonelyCore
When faced with a truth we cannot deny, we finally see ourselves.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
#LonelyCore
November 18, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Self-awareness begins in pain.
When faced with a truth we cannot deny, we finally see ourselves.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
#LonelyCore
When faced with a truth we cannot deny, we finally see ourselves.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
#LonelyCore
I stand where the shadows keep their distance, letting the city blur into pieces behind me.
Sometimes I wonder if disappearing is just a slower way of telling the world I’m tired.
#LonelyCore #WritingOnBluesky
#EmotionalWriting
Sometimes I wonder if disappearing is just a slower way of telling the world I’m tired.
#LonelyCore #WritingOnBluesky
#EmotionalWriting
November 17, 2025 at 12:36 AM
I stand where the shadows keep their distance, letting the city blur into pieces behind me.
Sometimes I wonder if disappearing is just a slower way of telling the world I’m tired.
#LonelyCore #WritingOnBluesky
#EmotionalWriting
Sometimes I wonder if disappearing is just a slower way of telling the world I’m tired.
#LonelyCore #WritingOnBluesky
#EmotionalWriting
I thought my worth left with the people who walked away.
At some point, even breathing felt like something I needed permission for.
I never actually lost myself. I just forgot to stand with me.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting #LonelyCore
At some point, even breathing felt like something I needed permission for.
I never actually lost myself. I just forgot to stand with me.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting #LonelyCore
November 16, 2025 at 1:10 AM
I thought my worth left with the people who walked away.
At some point, even breathing felt like something I needed permission for.
I never actually lost myself. I just forgot to stand with me.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting #LonelyCore
At some point, even breathing felt like something I needed permission for.
I never actually lost myself. I just forgot to stand with me.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting #LonelyCore
Some days I feel small,
like my worth depends on who stays, who texts, who remembers me.
#WritingOnBluesky #EmotionalWriting #SoftPoetry
like my worth depends on who stays, who texts, who remembers me.
#WritingOnBluesky #EmotionalWriting #SoftPoetry
November 14, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Some days I feel small,
like my worth depends on who stays, who texts, who remembers me.
#WritingOnBluesky #EmotionalWriting #SoftPoetry
like my worth depends on who stays, who texts, who remembers me.
#WritingOnBluesky #EmotionalWriting #SoftPoetry
November 13, 2025 at 6:49 PM
November 13, 2025 at 4:35 PM
The room stayed still
even after I left.
Some spaces hold us longer
than people do.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
even after I left.
Some spaces hold us longer
than people do.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
November 13, 2025 at 10:09 AM
The room stayed still
even after I left.
Some spaces hold us longer
than people do.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting
even after I left.
Some spaces hold us longer
than people do.
#Poetry #EmotionalWriting