Tag: Poetry
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I should be writing. However, my muse seems to have taken a holiday with no intentions of coming back anytime soon. So, I am sharing the emptiness, the blank? whatever this is with you. The period between graduation and getting a job is a place I am beggining to hate! Anyone have anything interesting to…
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I really am bad at this. Sometimes, silence is all I have to offer to the world. It’s a tangled mess in here. Unravelling soon.
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Tik Tok seconds…minutes… hours day…night the rhythm of existence Time….
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Anyone else still in the fog between Christmas and new year where you don’t really know what time it is or what you’re supposed to be doing? Its a strange feeling closing the year with no plans for the next one, at least for me. Theres so much to be thankful for this year but…
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My writing muse is on a journey with no known return date. Life is spinning and am fighting to keep my footing but, cheers to sunset walks and pretty flowered fields.
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Laced with silver rain is the golden sunshine born from deep within a star Children of a loving universe and from its magic spark, we are last and too the first and while each is rather small alive today, we have it all.
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I had a friend ask me once why I read so much. She could not fathom why an activity so tedious to her seem to take most of my free (and not so free) time. She didn’t ask me in a bad way at all but rather wanted to understand why I actually enjoyed reading…
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I hate job application process! “Why should we hire you for this job?” Uuhm, because you’re hiring, which means you need someone to do this job. I am one more stupid question away from ditching the society and starting a witch convent so we can burn the world down!
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Ever looked at a place and wonder what exactly it is that you’re doing there? The feeling of looking for an answer but you don’t know to what question exactly. Its a strange place to be mentally.