writing
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( An assignment for school. Taking a passage from a book and making a prose poem based on it. ) Passage: “Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be…
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The sense of danger was there but I ran into the fireI let the flames swallow meAnd had few concerns. But they were kissed awayAnd despite the pain I was engulfed The sky grew dark above meYet the sense of danger was numbed outI made a nest in the emptinessI buried my eyes and left…
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[ An old entry in one of my many journals, lost within pages of pieces, lyrics, poems, and blank spaces. This entry comes with two pressed flower pedals of sunny yellow with scarlet burned edges. ] I’m searching for someone who will treat me like a prize; a Goddess. Someone to assist me in my…
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The device burned from countless hours holding a single line. Headphones made the illusion all the more real when my mind began to lapse into a dream trance. Your voice would be soft by this point and when you did speak through our beautiful silence it was as though you were there. Impossible on a…
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I’m drifting back into the unconscious stages of my writing where it’s solely my characters and thinking of them rather than the events that have happened in my own every day life. In the course of two months it feels as though chapters have flipped before my eyes in a dizzying blur. So much has…
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