poetry
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What will you do with your life?
“I aim for my life to be a representation of the immaculate profundity of this reality and Universe.” –Natalia
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It’s Saturday! And I’m here with My Love
We’re sitting waiting for the train to arrive while the sun sets before us. Today, I recieved my first rejection. I submitted 3 poems to a digital magazine and though “I’m a wonderful writer“, they could not accept me for the position. I was actually excited. My first rejection. And…
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It’s an early Wednesday
And I almost already forgotten what I committed myself to. Write every day. Write every day. It’s freezing outside while I watch the sun rise in front of me. The mist of my breath steams out of my mask. Where’s the damn bus? It’s Wednesday and my boss wants me…
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I saw my boyfriend’s dad for the last time
I saw my boyfriend’s dad for the last time this weekend on terms I wish I didn’t. I wish it was My Love & I taking a trip somewhere, saying goodbye. Or us sending his parents off on a vacation to enjoy their time away from their day to day…
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What can I say?
It’s Monday and I watch my ceiling plant droop from over or underwatering. Or is it root rot? The room temperature? Sunlight? Too much? Too little? They said it was low maintenance and still I watch it die before me. What can I say? It’s Monday and the week has…