Three individuals
Each of which are a special kind of magic
One is like the sun, bright and beautiful
With a contagious laugh
And a wild soul
She encompasses love in all the best ways
One is like the moon
A book that is still being written
Her creativity knows...
What is hope?
A thought?
A feeling?
More?
No one understands because
no one
can.
Hope is fluid
always moving.
Too slippery to grasp
for long.
Too fragile to stay.
But
She always
comes back.
Hope springs
from...
Reverse the roles you've made in your head
See yourself in that position
The hate inside you is clearly mislead
It is not their actions, it is your volition
You hate and hate
Then more hate is sought
You let lying scum dictate
Your each and every thought
You...
Run. Hide. Fight.
It sounds like a childrens game of hide and seek. Yet although children know the name it's not a game.
July 4, I got off a plane in a brand new country. I connect to the wifi and scroll through social media. Facebook is my first choice. I want to see what my...
The story runs away, almost a separate entity from its creator. Because as much as the author intended to put in their words, there are infinitely more unintentional ideas left to be discovered.
My Anonymous Correspondent,
Perhaps my writing to you is a surprise. I only entreat that you pay heed to my advice with the degree of solemnity it rightfully deserves.
I took a midday nap yesterday. I was struck by a bout of inexplicable tiredness that seemed to nest all across my body. I hadn’t done anything yesterday, but I was so tired. Of course, I had to put on my podcast in order to fall asleep, a random basketball-related one, I don't particularly...
I’m engulfed in a warm plush sweater. As my mom gradually lowers to the ground she releases me from her grip. As I look around me I realize where I’m at.
“The museum!” I yell out in joy. She laughs softly and then reaches into her pale leather purse. My eyes widen with excitement...
Cold, unforgiving wind batters against my patchwork coat as I shove my way through crowded streets. Tiny snowflakes glitter on my eyelashes and my breath freezes as soon as it hits the air. Heat radiates from tiny shops advertising for the Christmas season. Children run towards the windows,...
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