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Who do I have to thank for this newfound spirit, unearthed me from the grave, reminded me to do it? I camped right at the base but never topped the mountain. Imagined but never drank from the holy fountain.
Who Do I Have to Thank?
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Our crazy obsession with collecting and boasting somehow becomes a hindrance to moving.
Fabricated Vacation
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when you are love-starved you open the door for the first to knock or invite the uninvited; all your life ignorant to the tingling your heart is barren worse than Atacama
love-starved
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It hurts to write it so I spin everywhere, from household cleaning to cats and dogs care.
It Hurts to Write It (Part 2)
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If only I have some time to search during my moment as Cinderella. Or perhaps Snow White or Giselle-a?
My Moment as Cinderella
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It’s the end of an era, a never-ending road. Scary and uncertain, but this I already know. It’s the death of the sunrise and hidden self-pity. Surrender to rebirth, submit to stoicity
Goodbye, October
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From the outside it appeared I lost my zest Once upon a time, I yearned to be the best The truth, I kept secret; that I left my nest
Self-Defrost
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brought back memories of my awkward teenage years; video game times blinking singing star, glee on getting red turtle; I loved playing Peach
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What do I do to create something new? Bleed redder than red? Feel bluer than blue? Mope? Be aloof or make my book open? Leave my heart out there then watch it get broken?
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The failure of my debut novel and two other books put my writing career to a halt. For a year or two, I wouldn’t admit it. It took a lot financially, mentally, and emotionally to get to a point where I was pursuing my dream instead of just ‘living.’ Not seeing the results I wanted…
New Year’s Confession
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