Relationships and Self Identity- short story

I had sat over the kitchen counter looking out the window as a familiar song began to play out taking me back to the winter that had passed. It was finally summer but my heart hadn’t warmed up or least forgotten the pain that had made its way through me like a sickening virus. Sweeping…

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A Poem of Ashy Enlightenment

They had smoked on the roof thinking that the fumes would bring them to a heightened state of awareness The smell of smoke had left them thinking of all the ashy places they had been and things they’d felt in the darkness of the burning embers of night They never could understand why the things…

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Shut doors and Wondering Hope

“I’ve wondered about trying to find you” I told him as clear as day because I wasn’t about to lose him so quickly and easily after all the searching I had put in. “What do you want me to say? That I’m glad you found me or that I’ve been waiting for you?” Liam asked…

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A Waiting Poem

I held out for you and waited knowing there wouldn’t be a chance. I held my breath and counted to infinity letting the game that was our lives play out. I wrapped myself up in the anxiety that was quilted altogether from our love waiting for you to come around and take a notice of…

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The art of Escaping

She needed to escape like the air that filled her lungs. She woke up on a sunny morning and felt not one piece of happiness. No peace of mind filled her head as she picked up her old suitcase that had broken down over time. This was not her first time taking the high road.…

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Knowing Your Worth and Being Impactful

I recently watched a Ted talk by Natalie Warne on being young and making an impact. The Ted talk got me inspired as Warne spoke of the strength and determination needed to achieve your goals. That the passion we have and using that passion to do what we desire makes up a greater impact. I…

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Mental health awareness-The Imposter 

I want to thank ORGANIC COFFEE, HAPHAZARDLY for posting my writing piece. Why do you pretend to be something you are not is the question that echoed out within my head as I laid there in the cold. It was clear that they had discovered that I wasn’t truly who I was and all the things I…

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Daily Prompt: Paint “portrait of a lady”

  “Stand still.” those words they boomed across the room repeatedly like a clock striking twelve. “You need to be still,” Edward repeated as he held the camera in the precise location.  Her long black hair was clasping the floor as she arched herself off the old green sofa as to angle herself in the…

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