creative writing
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What was best
Sounds can do a lot to the mind.having resided in the city for so long, i don’t knowwhat familiarity bird chirps bring me my memory transports me to days on the countrysideGrandpa’s house padded with a front yard, a back yarda yard on the side that extends, then extends to a gardena wooden port-a-potty that,… Continue reading
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Rush Hour
Run aroundlook for knowledgelook for wisdom look for understanding:a slight lightbold enough to trespass the slitin your cracked-wooden floorbut too faint to shift your world. Run aroundlook for lifelook for saving look for the heroic in you;reactions turned to rescuepush and pull a prey from the headlights—saving your enemy. Run aroundlook for peacelook for breath… Continue reading
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A Friend Named Patience
Patience is a strange thingyou have to wait.Cause Patience, is a strange thing Patience is a strange thingyou remain and, → you remain and, → you remain andyou wait. As the world goes by;possibilities troll away;chances drift at bay;what should be, becomeswhat would be, turns towhat could be but you never know. Patience is a… Continue reading
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A Song To Last
I pray.For endurance in this brutal roadstrength and patience; wisdom and guidance; if it’s to crawl—crawl until your nails choose the Earth,until you fly to the emperors of the sky I pray.That you do not pray, beg or bargainfor a different ending what’s to be, will beyou’re armored for your destiny—endure your journey. If this… Continue reading
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Trapped
to fly is to have no limitsto dream is to have no limitsto exist, is to have no limits anger and frustration withholding satisfactionas the iron chamber closesand tightens to an inch of breath scream and scream, “away with death!”scream for breathing’s sakedream for living is at stake freedom oozes out of the earslike a… Continue reading