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growing. up.

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

Can be less than expected. Even cruel in it´s underestimated trait
– To end

Fleeting. I try to grasp all the forms confiding you.
Words and guestures. Often in haste, so full of anger.
Which origin i can not decipher.
Are etched into my skull, on the map my brain so naturally created.
You say, it has to be that way.
Whenever i cry out in pain. Infront of you. You ask my what to do.

All of this happened so many years ago. But for the child inside of me,
It never stopped. I try to draw it out of the shadows and weary minded memories.

You told me you loved me. So many times. “I am proud of you, my eldest.”
And still, he kept hitting me, tearing my soul to pieces. from time to time.
The mind developes strategies to put together the shattered fragments.

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You, Robot/OH My Knees

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

Postaday asks if you had a Robot what would you have it do.  I would have to say I would love one to weed my gardens. 
Oh my knees are hurting bad and to have a shiny machine going up and down each row,  gently pulling just the weeds and allowing all my pretty flowers to take center stage now that I would call a perfect garden helper!Hibiscus In Bloom

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Diamond Town

Originally posted on Songs of Fragile Thunder:

Hello everyone! I’m back from CSSSA and it was absolutely amazing. The people, teachers, and environment there were the best I had ever been in and I am so incredibly glad that I got to participate in a program like that. Really encourage anyone who is able to apply to do so! 

Before I post anything that I wrote during my time/after I came back, I decided to post this one poem I wrote which was the very first poetry assignment (aka the very first thing I wrote there, which is pretty special). It not only symbolizes the start of my growth as a writer, but it is also an Identity poem, so it’s one of the most personal things I’ve ever written. Enjoy!

Diamond Town

She grew up in a house of antiques and
sharp-tongued guardians with velvet coats.
Their mouths promised discipline, their hands
spoke a different language…

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NEW ANTHOLOGY: Submissions Needed!

Originally posted on Songs of Fragile Thunder:

Hi everyone!
I’m so excited to announce that my friend Margaret and I have created our own literary anthology called The Glass Kite Anthology.

Our aim is to publish the most poignant, raw, and thought-provoking literary pieces. The idea began after Margaret and I discovered some truly spectacular works by young writers that we felt deserved public attention, yet remained undiscovered by most.
We believe that age doesn’t matter and want to focus more on content rather than just a mere biological number. That’s why we will be accepting submissions from writers of all different ages: whether you’re eight years old, or 98. We will be accepting poery and prose of any kind, as well as visual art pieces that can be viewed in a 2D format. I know all of you on WordPress are really amazing writers and we would really love your submissions! We would also appreciate it…

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