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If These Walls Could Talk
They would scalpel the mask off your face Pull back the deception bleeding from your eyes And reveal how dark you really are. A slave to the ignorance pulsing from your mouth Cloned imagination Words bending, tainted by the cold lashes of society Originality lying desolate The inability to bring forth substance Meat And bone… Continue reading
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Letter To: ‘The Humble’ (“Letter To” Episode #2)
Originally posted on The Write Perspective: Dear Mr./Mrs./Miss. Humble, I appreciate those instances where you thought of the things outside of yourself. You acted kindly or helped someone out and when the time arrived for your recognition and honor you chose not to place greatness on yourself but instead used the opportunity to remind others there… Continue reading
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Why We Write
Forget about birthing masterpieces, but when you sit down to write, understand your purpose for doing so. Think of nothing else. Un-expectantly you will stumble upon a work of art. Only, do not think of art. Think only of the ambition to write the story. As for the story itself, the drive will take you… Continue reading
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Friends
Echoes off the tops of our lungs with undeniable ease. Friends. Like random hellos, or a courtesy goodbye. Like a sporadic gesture among the land of foreigners, friends too has become a strange language; its value in a strange land as it falls off the edges of our tongues. Words have no meaning for many… Continue reading
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In-between the Lines
Trees that died in vain Wasted paper Blind post Wingless words On a road to nowhere Reaching no one It seems invisible value but learn to value what the eye cannot see To dance to whispered songs With loud messages Screaming purpose that it takes another set of eyes to see Regular eyeballs just can’t… Continue reading
