Tag: writing
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Sins
Writing poetry for my sins Was like sitting on top of pins Everyone wanted me to stop But that would only happen when I did pop Or grew a pair of fins
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Spiritual Awakening
“You are in for a spiritual awakening. This night will be nothing like any night you have ever experienced.” As Fern’s voice radiated through my headphones, I closed my eyes. Maybe this time, everything would finally click. If it didn’t, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. My life was in shambles and…
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Martyr
She called herself a martyr But one that was a ferocious non-starter On the eve of her death She was determined to take one last deep breath Then ran to catch her charter
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Floating
I started floating the moment I saw the number on my caller ID. I knew my dreams were about to come true and everything I had worked so hard for was finally at the finish line. I wiped my clammy hands onto my blue jeans and reached for the phone and wondered again about what…
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Purpose
Does it serve purpose? Does the sun shine down on you? Are the cosmos right?
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Transformation
I knew for my transformation to be complete, I would need to sign the dotted line. I had been holding a pen and staring at the contract for the last twenty minutes, unable to commit. I was contemplating the pros and cons but had not been able to keep them straight. Sometimes pros were cons…
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Imagination
“He never had much of an imagination. I’m not surprised he got caught. I knew it, I just knew it…” As I listened to Marley ramble on about our brother, Ryan, I tried to tune her out. I knew my brother and I knew why he had gotten into trouble. I knew why he had…
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Painting
I wanted to paint the kitchen red My mother told me I was out of my head It was my favorite color I loved it like no other I only wanted to get into bed.
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Hoax
I laughed at all his bad jokes Like the one about the hoax I went along with his game To try to save my own name But at the end, he said, that’s all folks