what i think about while writing
here i sit
pen against paper
mind swarming
heart pounding
finding ways
to share my voice
because writing it
seems to be
the only way
i will actually
use it
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The Girl and The Moon There was a girl Standing at the edge of the river, looking at the ripples that cast…
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Whispers of the Seasons Golden leaves, soft skies of gray, Autumn winds steal warmth away. Fires glow as chill drifts near,…
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The Winter’s Rhythm The winter breathes a biting song, But women’s voices ring like bells go long. The earth is veiled in…
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Writing a letter to your future self is more than just a school exercise – it’s a powerful way to look at…
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When did happiness become so hard to find With the dozens of high school assignments Political issues And constant wars, Everywhere you…
