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Without End
Calendar pages flutter through the wind Another year twists its limbs In a dance that is quickly forgotten As it grows more distant A glimmering speck Unseen At the threshold of time That continues in its unbroken way— Solemn and impartial— While some will its hands To reset to their desires; Resolutions gathered In an abundance of wishes and prayers Between hands, lips and hearts Eager to carve boundless Continue reading
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The Curious You
You seemed a creation of waves and sand; The way your skin glittered in opalescent winks Under the aureate sun You spoke the language of the sea’s deep groanings That only seagulls could pacify Seashells hugged your neck Like the finest pearls And your moss-green eyes held a mysterious depth that rivalled the ocean’s; Pools I could drown in without fear of an unknown Leviathan crushing my body in its Continue reading
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An Ugly Truth
Here is something I’ve realized. I am my own worst enemy. I do not give myself credit for the small things I’ve achieved. Too focused on the bigger picture and greater ideals of what I want my writing to be, I lost all sense of appreciating what it was. I hated every single piece; I Continue reading
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Portmanteau: Weekend Writing Prompt #228
It lay in the middle of the street. Its silhouette like remains left behind after the bodies had been cleared away. As the smoke and panic receded on the midnight billows, children darted from the shadows to circle the curious object: a battered portmanteau. And a voice came from within, soft and ethereal, promising treasures Continue reading
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Dissonance in the Silence
The silence and I had once been one. We’d shared a mutual understanding and comfort in our moments of uninterrupted dialogue. It had examined the parts of me I was too scared to confront on my own. Had helped me realize there’d never been anything to be afraid of in the first place. During that Continue reading
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The Grim Reaper
The crows have gathered Wreathing across the grey sky Swollen with grief Before descending the crooked limbs Of an old oak; Bending their heads In solemn piety For the grim reaper Approaching with the shadows; Unseen to the natural eye Hooded cloak draping Grass blades tipped in crimson Bearing memory Of the place where she Continue reading
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Restless — Weekend Writing Prompt #206
Restless voices Echo on the shallows; Disembodied groans Uttered In a wordless desperation To learn the melodies Of belonging We’ve tumbled right along into a new weekend. Another State of emergency is about to be implemented where I live, and I’m starting to wish i could just work from home. Besides that, I enjoy weekends Continue reading
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Drinking Habits
Coffee has become quite symbolic to me over the past year; the picture and fragrance of productivity. The smell permeates almost every office space I’ve entered recently. Even in my workplace, casual glances over my coworkers’ desks reveal proprietary mugs with telling stains. And for the more serious drinkers, there’s a mini coffee pot, either Continue reading
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A Recluse’s Wish
Her junk email overflows in silent choruses of ‘Where are you’s’ and ‘We miss you’s’. She clicks through them all, feeling an odd sense of comfort. It’s all coding, she knows. A programmed sincerity from her neglected accounts that isn’t at all rooted in human concern. But it’s more than she’s ever gotten from the Continue reading
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Unintended Neglect
Emptied boxes scatter the misted floor, collecting dust from ideas left too long in the shed. She kneels among the disarray of forgotten words – unfinished syllables and meager remnants of starved inspiration. Rusted and frayed. Breaking away like ashen sediments at the slightest touch. And she feels the wilting all around her as if Continue reading
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