elements, essential substances Spending my waking hours on my daily chores and errands gives me a certain clarity and purpose. I spent eight years getting through college. I don’t know why I didn’t just drop out halfway and look for greener pastures, something more hands-on, something more fulfilling for me. I’m often impulsive, but I…
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I shouldn’t have stressed about it so much. Nothing even matters, I should stop my obsession. | I’m actually putting together a poetry collection, a collection of poems, prose poems, vignettes, and micro-essays that I’ve written over the years. I started writing seriously during my sophomore year of college, I think; at age 20 or…
Read MoreThe Last Ones Left
We’re the last ones left, you and me—the ones who aren’t about drama. I thought I left the drama in high school, in college, in petty circles at my faith group in my neighborhood—my temple, my mosque and faith-based community. But no; drama is everywhere, you can’t avoid it. As long as there are people,…
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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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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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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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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…
Read Morec: final essay from my creative writing class :(
Creative Writing 4745/The Sentence: Strategies For Writing. Final Essay/Project. 12/15/2021. College, Career Trajectory: The Concentrated Elements of My Likes And Interests. I’m Trying To Attain An Undiluted Formula; One Not Diluted With Unessential Or Weakening Agents Which Will Reduce Its Potency. I don’t get the third chapter of my math textbook, and it’s frustrating because…
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“Life is not always a comfortable ride. Everybody’s got scars that they hide.” (-Mike Posner, “Be As You Are.” Link to the song:) Thought I’d mention all the problems I have in my life – list them. Because, why not. lol ⤵️⤵️ my problems in life are: schizoaffective disorder don’t have friends My mom and sister…
Read MoreCool Song + Spoken Word Piece…
…and I thought my life was kinda bad… it’s actually heaven compared to this, what this girl in this song has to go through. ⤵️⤵️ -I actually first heard this song when i was like 10, or so. (I’m 24, now…so yeah, it’s kind of an old one. Still one of my favorites, though. So…
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