Tag: #writerscommunity
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That’s today’s word. Frustrations, disappointments and a whole load of universal nonsense that I had no control of. Am off, and hoping for a better tomorrow.
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Waiting season is such a strange place to be. It’s the in-between, where time stretches forever and thoughts wander. It’s filled with a quiet swirl of changing emotions, tension, hope, anxiety, or sometimes peace. Being stuck in the pause before an answer, the stillness before a storm, the breath before a leap can be a very…
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I still believe in things that I cannot see, things I cannot touch, and things I can only think but cannot express through speech.
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It’s World Poetry Day, apparently. I meant to write a few in the last week, but as my head space is more tangled than my earphones, I have no literary delights to offer this morning. I blame my lack of sleep and the not strong enough coffee I’m sipping. It’s a tragedy, but as they…
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Tonight I am not alright. My body and spirit are tired and exhausted from holding on to hope and a break that never seems to land on me. I don’t know if am alone in this but I feel like I only receive blessings that are only enough to keep me going for a short…
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Watching the clock tick by, but never chimes, A distant bell, a songless rhyme. The world moves on, and here I remain, Caught in the stillness, longing’s domain. The sun arcs high, then sinks below, The moon ascends with a silver glow. Time’s quiet march, steady and slow — But my heart races, though you…
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Shadow lingers, icy cold and deep,Sunlight falters, and sorrows weep.Hope, once a flame bright, now withers and dies,Lost in the echoes of silent cries. The weight of tomorrow, heavy and bare,Spirit crushed, too broken to care.Despair, a prison with walls made of night,Thief of will to live, or seek out the light. Yet even in…
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Nostalgic, overbearing, considerably obsolete Bored fast and gathered up Put out way before the feast Retribution vindicated Not useless but no meaning still Blind eyes, clouded mind, nothing’s clear Justice is infracted, I cannot sleep Nights an empty phase, the morning will be destitute. So, I splatter ink upon this page, and wait for time…
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I think the hardest choice in life sometimes is deciding whether to continue fighting. Do you walk away or continue fighting? Leave or stay? I think in the end, the things that you didn’t do will end up hurting you more than the ones you regretted doing. The thoughts that will follow every time you…
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Procrastinate as long as possible and then write and edit like your hair is on fire!