prose poem c:

Like a mouse running on a wheel, you don’t know why you’re not getting anywhere. You run harder and faster; it gets maniacal. Every so often you get depressed and fed up, so you take a break, a breather; you stop running and rest for a while. You guess that that’s the way it is,…

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poem c:

It’s always there Loneliness is a large bowl of yellow custard  that you have no one to share with.  Cooked and topped with cinnamon,  served with black tea and honey. Decadent and dense with caloric value, it’ll settle in one belly, instead of two or three.  * No one is themselves lately; we might be…

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c:

I think I recently realized why I can’t be a graphic designer, videographer, photographer, or anything like that as my day job. Quite simply; I like those types of things too much. I can’t do them as my day job, as my career. They’ll remain passion projects; I couldn’t do them as my line of…

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prose poem :3

Loudoun County, Virginia When I tutored after-school at INMED, I noticed that the mission statement on the organization’s website mentioned that you’d think many of the residents in Loudoun county and in Sterling are among the rich, the blessed, the fortunate, while looking at the outside reality, or the semi-reality. Tidy driveways, stone or brick…

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c:

Once, I was alone Don’t give it control over you; don’t let it overpower you. It’s been 29 years. Here’s to another 29, this time filled with happiness, and contentment with what I can’t control, with what we can’t influence.  No more emptiness, no more translucent shapes materializing into the air. They were pinkish and…

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:3

I’m ok. I’m ok. Not knowing when and where the joy will come. Maybe it’s here already.  Angels are singing already.  It’s in my heart, it shines off the copper earrings and bracelet I wear.  It’s all around me, and in me. I am air on certain days, fire in others;  earthy and rainy in…

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c:

I think I might need to develop a better sense of class consciousness. I had that a lot when I was younger; I used to read and watch materials that were about class consciousness and workers’ struggles. Most of the literature I read was in fact socialist or socialist-oriented. Interestingly enough, I didn’t find much…

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c:

It seems that it’s best that people like me create our own life. I don’t think we’re meant to live the same as everyone else, necessarily. We have to create a life that suits us, one that we can continue along very well. I tend to get very lost in my own head; I have…

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c:

After having graduated from my English literature (and liberal studies) program in college, I’ve come to realize that I’m no longer tied down to the idea of what I thought I had to do. I’m no longer tied down to the idea of chasing a dream or a life mission (or a career) that does…

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