Will it ever end?I am too distraught to write anything right now…..
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Will it ever end?I am too distraught to write anything right now…..
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howling winds almost rip at ears drumsday hides into startling night of doomcomplacent gone, I listen to love songsof the gusts of wind to swaying pines.envious of those, assailed by melancholyI kick out at the table stubbing my toes.howling like the wind, I hobble aroundgiving a loud voice to choicest of curses.
my eyes fall on [...]
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since school closedmornings are empty-despite the heatI miss the soundsof chattering girlsshoes dragging in the corridorsin stiffly ironed uniforms.streets seem so emptyparents are so harassedand here I was thinkingvacations are cure forstressed minds. when I see thosesplash of colourshowever dirty,on those scraps of paper;these make me longfor school to reopen.when you do come backI can [...]
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What are the areas closest to your heart? What aspects of your life in general do you find yourself sharing in writing? Do you enjoy reading/writing personal essays? Who are some of your favorite essayists?
How do I answer this? I put a lot of myself in my poetry but I seldom [...]
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illusion shatters fragileglass of courage, breaking foundations of wonder
leaving nothing to ponderabout, other than staringstraight ahead. tactile
feelings are light and agile;trajectory of which is movingbeyond house of yonder
still foundations of wonderhold glass of courage, mendingillusions which were fragile
“now as hard, as strong as diamonds”
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flowers thatwe both picked;sent to mewarped and stained,
stay unwrapped,precisely like letters-as from me to youtime has made you
a stranger. maybe I pretend that so as toprevent myself froma predicament, which
is embarrassingly embracing me evenwhen I am trying hardto escape it by ignoring
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monster of my expectationsis so loaded that it can pluckmy crisp thoughts from airilluminated fear susurrates with a flourish, swishingaround sassily, crunchy smell of it stops me on my track. with a resilience born out of vacuum, I crackle the air with my words, which zoom about making no sense to you who is luminously [...]
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tenderness of your touchtickles me to insanityblush spreads evenlyto each of my poresI quiver deliciouslyin the aftermath.
whispering windspirals singularlynear my ears, sayingwhat I can only listen towith the help of my skinsenstized to yours, like silk~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do you do writing exercises or warm ups? Do you think they could be valuable? Have you found [...]
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tenderness of your touchtickles me to insanityblush spreads evenlyto each of my poresI quiver deliciouslyin the aftermath.
whispering windspirals singularlynear my ears, sayingwhat I can only listen towith the help of my skinsenstized to yours, like silk~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do you do writing exercises or warm ups? Do you think they could be valuable? Have you found [...]
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ink bled from that pen smudging the paperskillfully hiding wordswhich he had writtenwith much trepiditionfor you and only you
oh well, he feels better for itnow that you can’t readall that he wrote for youthose words which splithim apart; now hiddencan mend him somehow
although he is not awareof it. he is trying to rewriteit unsuccessfully on [...]
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