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The Quiet
Quiet The space between tasks It’s where I can breathe It’s where I can think It’s where the best version of me can be Quiet It’s where insecurity hides It’s where the questions to myself arise It’s where I feel choked It’s where my worst mirror is seen Quiet It’s liminal It’s where…
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The World in my Hands
I have the world in my handsThis isn’t exaggerationWith one clickI can see anything I want I can learn of faraway landsFrom China to EcuadorI can read stories and see imagesOf culture, tradition, and more I can see peopleAnd learn of their livesI can see the good and badOf their digital time I can see…
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Fear
Fear is a strange thingIt starts abstractBut slowly, it shiftsTo material things When you are young,Fears are bizarreFear of monsters, darkAnd mystical beings from afar As you grow olderAnd reality setsThe fear morphsFrom mystical to material Fear of legacyOf money, of loveFear of belonging,And words never said Fear is a powerful feelingThat morphs and shifts…
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The Thief in Ascendria
In the city of Ascendria, the capital of Infinitas, a man leaned against a wall. He wasn’t an ordinary citizen, rather he was a professional thief. He had spent the last few years completing scores for clients: anything from precious family heirlooms to chests of gold. Morality didn’t determine his mark; the promise of gold…
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The Between
Between black and whiteBetween anger and sorrowBetween malevolence and benevolenceBetween storms and sun Between risk and rewardBetween glee and griefBetween calm and chaosBetween vast and sparse Between peace and warBetween life and deathThe between is where I liveAnd its surprises I bear
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Dark
The dark can be a valuable toolBut it must not be taken lightlyPoe knew this wellBut did not linger too long The dark offers inspirationShowing the beauty of negative spaceBut the dark also can overwhelmIts gifts fall short of what it claims Be comfortable in the dark,But do not dwell in its embrace.Admire its fruits,But…
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To Be a Bird
To be a birdFlying free in the skyWalking on the airAs the days go by To be a fishSwimming in the seaMoving through the waterNothing troubling me To be a catOut of the coldAsleep on a warm bedBlind to the world To be a cowGrazing to and froWithout a careFor what I owe To be…
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A Place for You
There’s a place for youThis place is just for youThere won’t be a mark thereThere won’t be a sign thereBut when you see itYou will know it When there, the world will evaporate around you.Your burdens and struggles shed away from youYou will find peace thereYou will find freedom thereWhen you feel itYou will know…
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The Bridge
There once was a bridge that connected two towns together.This bridge, strong and sturdy, was constructed by both towns together.The two towns understood that this bridge would allow opportunity. This bridge would allow trade.This bridge would allow fellowship.This bridge would allow communication.This bridge would allow freedom. Two towns, one community. Over time, a rift began…
Creative Works
Creative works that don’t necessarily fit in the main portion of the blog. This will include short stories, poems, and other works of fiction that I create.
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