poem :3

protection in your form; a shield  Love liberated me. The best thing you can be is liberated from the evils of the world. Let me sit in the shade of your shadow. I want to take refuge in your silhouette. The sun overhead always has a lot to give; heat, warmth, light, intense energy. It…

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prose poem :3

A cabinet, a bookshelf, an alter My wooden bookshelf in my bedroom was once a cabinet of sorts in the kitchen; it’s where my mom used to store onions and potatoes. I removed it from the kitchen, cleaned it off, and now it’s in my bedroom where I use it to store books, notebooks, and…

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The future is often unknown. And the journey to one’s final destination is magnificent. I once saw in a documentary about Vincent van Gogh that he, having once been a minister, spoke of life as “a pilgrimage in which man seeks god along a lonely, difficult path.” I thought that was extremely accurate; that’s what…

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new short piece.

I think a lot of times, you only see things through your own vantage point. I think this applies to how people view socioeconomics, too. I think people who have had a comfortable life since birth might think the economic issue at hand is largely about people working hard, seeking higher opportunities. People who were…

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I feel like my life is defined by what I’m currently studying in school, in state college, at any given epoch. First it was English lit.; then it was education—k-12 special education. Maybe someday it might be school counselorship? Disability services administration? My life might also be defined by which type of volunteer work, community…

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prose poem

Ode to my new academic program I feel I’m right back where I started. Studying psychology is a completion of the picture. The picture was blurry and its corners were faded. Now it’s like a crystal, a sentimental piece of jewelry, or a Polaroid with the image indiscernible, yet romantic and full of feeling and…

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poem c:

These final hours  Before we go,  can I ask you about your past life? I don’t know what the future will bring, but the past can tell me a lot about the gloss on green houseplants,  and why they bring me a strange feeling  of manufactured joy—a happiness  that has been produced for me. It’s…

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poem :3 :3

I am strong, God is my strength  I’m not sure why negative things happen. I know that words have the power to heal. Words, music, time, and the human hand and touch. Yellow tulips, custard, and all thing yellowy, must never be forgotten or left out. Nor abandoned, hidden. I’m not who I used to…

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“lost and confused” is part of the process. it’s all connected; everything is part of it. small update on stuff so far. Part II

Hey you guys. The (phone) interview didn’t go that great…The nice lady told me right off the bat that they actually filled the position already…But she was nice enough to refer me to other organizations and opportunities in the community. :3 I’m currently applying for receptionist work in my local area while I complete a…

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