writing
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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 a Friday night and I hope you’re doing something more fun than me
It’s a Friday night and I’m squatting at a bus stop hoping a bus actually comes this time. People probably think I’m crazy when they see me. I’m always screaming and dancing when I go into idle mode. That is if I don’t have something to do, e.g., read or…
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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…
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It’s Tuesday and I didn’t write yesterday
I didn’t write yesterday even though I tried. My morning filled my time and the night brought me no words. Instead I pondered the idea of writing for someone else and how that could be. I want to make money off writing yet I do it as if it were…
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What are these times?
I said I’d write so here I am. And though it’s on my schedule every week, I’m writing this because I have to. Because I said I would. It’s almost 8:30PM where I am and I’m sitting at the edge of my bed waiting… for a sign. My love is…