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“Poetry”
Read more: “Poetry”Crammed in jars of jam I once relished, Tucked inside old classics I devoured, Hot-glued to the scraps I called art, Hidden behind the brochures of dreams, I was once someone who had it all figured out Only to realize the beauty in breaking in starting all over again!
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“Art, a trigger?”
Read more: “Art, a trigger?”We are afraid of feeling emotions that we are uncomfortable with. Mostly the ones we never learned to maneuver through or even acknowledge exist. Anything that pushes us out of our convenience or comfort areas will get a bad review. Here I am talking about art. Any form of art, literary, visual, or musical, will…
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“A House!”
Read more: “A House!”There is a house I long to see. A feeling I cannot retreat. The house is mine, all mine you see. There are flowers and bumblebees to please. Purple and yellow Blue and pink Red and white I am surrounded by so many, That no one can see. We take walks and naps while the…
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“Call for guidance”
Read more: “Call for guidance”Walking through the jungle of regrets; roots coiling on the limbs. Holding them tight with grit. I follow your voice that became the carrier of my soul. Words to some, Mantras to me. Crawling in swamp of mistakes; control no more. Grabbing mud in fists of desperation, I look to the hand to guide me…
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“Happy Reading #13”
Read more: “Happy Reading #13”Burial Rites by Hannah Kent If I could choose a dream profession, I would pick the job of a storyteller. I love telling stories and listening to stories. Growing up, my favorite part of road trips was my dad and mom telling us their forgotten stories. They were always such diverse topics, and I remember…
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“Outline”
Read more: “Outline”I am the outline of the girl I once was. The girl with a vivid imagination. The girl who loved with all her might. The girl who tried and gave up. The girl who believed and kept going. The outline that no one saw beyond. There was nothing there, they claimed loudly. I am the…
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“Two cups”
Read more: “Two cups”Washing the day of my hands Scrubbing the sweat of hardwork I look for the two cups To share some words and a shoulder to rest Another one ended Nothing glamorous here to see I pick up the two cups Looking for you Hoping you have something to share Silent screams Some days end without…
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