Struggles — Second Wind


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Choose to get up and move forward!

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Written by Jacob Ibrag Contradicting thoughts. She wants to stay home, alone and comfortable. And yet she dials anyone willing to listen. ‘I can’t stay here, nothing ever happens.’ Hands slide into the warmth of her old gloves. The thick of Winter. The paralyzing winds of stagnation. A friend waits. She doesn’t want to be […]

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Galleryface. — Lobster Thoughts


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Come, walk down the halls of my faceless gallery, the blistered portraits of nonsense madman howling at self and nobody, but silence. You are intrigued by the lack of intrigue and boredom soon swings her pendulum hypnotizing us both, moan now sure as I am deaf will your cries be heard by none other. We […]

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6 Reasons Why Writing is the Best Therapy


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Written By Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Annmarie McQueen Founder & Owner of: Annmarie McQueen Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Travel & Writing Writer 1. It lets you get the feelings out without having to get anyone else involved. Let’s face it; getting emotional in front of people is always an embarrassing process, no matter how close you are […]

via 6 Reasons Why Writing is the Best Therapy (2 min read) — Millionaire’s Digest Magazine

Daydream — The Write Story

Daydreams are what make us whole They keep us motivated and happy They open our eyes to every single goal If only. I want daydreams real ones Because the daydreams I have are nightmares The creatures of my mind scenario after scenario The same people Each one someone I love I don’t dream happy daydreams […]

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Where Four People Died


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There’s a sign that says: Four people died here. A cascade of water tumbles over rocks into a pool. On the edges, it’s clear; you can see silt at the shallow bottom. The pool, though, is dark. It leads to a cavern hidden beneath the surface, undercurrents dragging the water there and holding it. […]

via Where Four People Died — J. W. Armstrong

I Wish My Life Was Like A Poem


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I wish my life was like a poem then I would be beautiful. I would have rhythm, cadence, imagery; my rhymes they would be plentiful. I would have stanzas of separation, my life would be in order. They would build upon each other from beginning to end –– clear borders. Someone would have […]

via I Wish My Life Was Like A Poem #Poetry — Jalvis Quotes



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In the quiet whisper behind two eyes Distant memories drift slowly by Shadows ply the illuminated space Nothing speaks like a dream in your face. Remembering on past the current time Thoughts they congeal into words passing by Memories they fly to the ethereal place A chance passing flows very fast through your mind Reflections […]

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