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humans are the worst and I think I’ve known that since I was a kid I never had many friends I didn’t fully trust any strangers I kept to myself whenever I could but I spoke to animals I’d never greet a human but I’d say hi to their dog dogs never judged me for … Continue reading puppies > humans
Money! I love that word. Don’t you? It gives you hope until you realize how empty your pockets are. In this world, we’re all just searching for Money. Do you want some? So does our government. You can play the game of Life with them, but let’s see who ends up with more Money. It’s … Continue reading Fake Happy
The dragon flapped its heavy wings on top of the tower. Everything – leaves, bushes, flowers – bent down to its power. It let out a hurtling cry, alerting everyone in the country of its presence. I crouched behind a tree, making sure my ear muffs stayed on tight. I didn’t want to lose my … Continue reading Run dragon
Life is unattainable sometimes It’s just out of desires’ reach Nothing more than another bill And another time to clock in After a while, the rhythm lingers Not in difficulty, but in tension Pressure comes from all directions And it doesn’t stop for anything So, we’re back at the railroad again Did you see when … Continue reading Lost by the train
There are deadlines for my deadlines Should I set another one? Print the page out and mark it up Is one word the difference between Acceptance and rejection? A house or a home? A school or a dictatorship? What's the difference between Ninety-nine words and a hundred? Should I edit this another day? The deadline … Continue reading A writer’s inner fight
Us writers hate what we create We stare at page after page The words all mix together in the end There's thousands - no - millions of better writers But there's always a moment, a flicker When the world doesn't seem so mean We will all write something beautiful today Only a few people will know; … Continue reading Writers everywhere
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters
It’s a strange feeling when you want to write But you can’t The blank page stares as your mind has no ideas and the words don’t come Perhaps that’s not when you write But when you edit
There’s a tranquility in storms The world may crash and burn The rain may pour and scream But there’s a glint of light Hope shines from The people surrounding you The dogs loving you They gleam through the wall of water Always.