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Category: Writing and Poetry
They gathered in the dim light beneath the roots, a circle of whiskers and paws and earnest, clumsy paws — a patchwork congregation of wild things who had learned how to live with their natures and with one another. One of them cleared a throat, a small, nervous scrape like a paw on bark, and began to speak. “I don’t want to live in a hole anymore,” the speaker admitted, voice wobbling between bra... » Continue Reading
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Tides thrash inside me, Peppermint Patty, a little red head at the shore of my stomach — and Chuck's laugh is a gull that circles her, bright and easy, while I stand ankle-deep and trembling. I wanted to be brave. I wanted to be a dock. Instead my knees were a small » Continue Reading
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Ah, my dear, the years have trickled slow, Like candlelight across a worn parquet floor. I have walked through evenings wrapped in shadow, And whispered your name to every closing door. Do you know how often I have dreamed of you? » Continue Reading
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Your shadow lingered in my quiet hours, A silence folded into countless dreams. Each night I traced your name in falling stars, And woke to find the sky had torn its seams. How many days have withered into dust, How » Continue Reading
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We met at the end of summer, a single month enough to make me crave him. Not his body— for he was never my type— but himself, the love I had been waiting for. At first, I thought him c » Continue Reading
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Category: Blogging
In the span of six months, I have written 240 entries—poems, blogs, prose, letters, and more. I hope to continue writing even further in the future, but for now, I must wait until I find a muse, for the one I have now is not mine to write about. I am quite intrigued to know if there is even a single person who has read all of my work. I don’t believe there is, but oh, how I would love for such a p... » Continue Reading
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The cigarette lingered bitter on my lips, but it wasn’t the smoke I craved— it was the memory of him, hidden in that fleeting, indirect kiss. The night bent low around me, ash falling like tired stars, and every inhale fel » Continue Reading
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The ceiling melts into soft constellations, and every breath feels stitched with silver threads. Your voice is a kaleidoscope, half-whisper, half-thunder, spilling into the cracks of my thoughts. I am weightless here, susp » Continue Reading
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The night folds itself into glassy fragments, and I wander through them like a sleepwalker— barefoot, unsteady, chasing the echo of a song I half-remember. Your outline trembles in the corner of my vision, made of nothing but light and air, » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Sun cracks glass on the city street, beats in my chest like sneakers on concrete. Dreams heavy in my backpack, zipped tight, but I keep moving steady, chasing that light. Flip phones buzz, mixtape on repeat, MP3 whispers, the rhythm feels sweet. Life’s not polished—it’s wired, it’s loud, I’m carving my place through the push of the crowd. Every “nah, you can’t” just sharpens my fire, every stumbl » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Concrete jungle where the sirens sing, hustle in my veins, I was born in the ring. Streetlights flicker, shadows don’t sleep, dreams on the corner where the secrets keep. I’ve seen hunger carve names on the block, steel in my heart like a padlock. Cold nights, warm breath in the alleyway smoke, world on my back but it never made me choke. I came from the grind where respect’s the law, trust is a » Continue Reading
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Alarm clock broke but the sun still calls, posters on my wall, mixtapes in the halls. Life’s not perfect, it’s cracked at the seams, but I lace up my shoes and run with my dreams. Sidewalk graffiti spelling out my name, world says “slow down,” but I’m not in that lane. Every setback’s just a beat in the track, rewind, replay, then I’m bouncing right back. Got hunger in my chest like bass in a ride... » Continue Reading
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