Beginning of class It’s a crowd, a room full of people. Everyone’s talking at the same time. There’s too much energy in the setting. It’s a chaotic vibe. One student is smiling. Another seems to be laughing at something. Another is bothered by the hot temperature of the room, and she raises her hand to…
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“A lot of people are hostile to me and my dreams. I mean, there’s a lot of discrimination, prejudice, and hatred going on. They just can’t get over themselves, I guess. They just don’t like me, even though I didn’t do anything to them. I think it’s discrimination and hatred, at the end of the…
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An improvised song Life is an improvised song with no premeditated words, melody, or even rhythm. And yet we find our harmony each day; we talk, laugh, dance, and sing. Rain and thunder is a type of music, and so is the chirping of birds, the purring of cats, and the rustling of leaves. |…
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Spiritual growth Maybe I should stop walking around like a ghost, like a shell of a person. I need to walk in order to get places, like my front door after I get out of my car; and to different spots in my house. And I still wanna take up jogging, for my health. I’m…
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Hello everyone. Today I found out that I got waitlisted for an online MFA program; an online MFA in creative writing with a concentration in poetry. If space opens up, I guess I’m in. And I’m actually currently enrolled in a master’s in English literature, online. My backup plan is to just go with my…
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Visual art, illustration, drawing, cartoons, comics, and sketches are a form of escape for me, escapism. It’s the one thing that comes a bit more naturally for me, as untrained as I am at it. I’m not a trained artist, and so I often draw in a childlike, “flat,” one-dimensional manner. But as bad as…
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the pure of heart Their embrace is the warmest, their smiles are healing and soulful. | I still have a lot of years left to live, and I pray for the good of life. Maybe I have to attain a new viewpoint, a new way of looking at things. I have to see rainbows everywhere, like…
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Raindrops It’s a win for all of us who’ve been hurt. The raindrops outside my window. Are they streaks of water, or are they angels’ tears? Angels crying for us? It can only benefit us. Even if it washes onto street corners and into gutters, the supernatural things still cried for us. And sometimes rainbows…
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To the darkest hour, with love. It doesn’t matter what happened to her, or what might happen to her in future. She’s a flashlight and a warmly-lighted lamp that will provide light. I think God said in the bible, “I am that I am.”
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I am happy As my friend, I have to say that me, the night sky, and the constellations are all fixated on you. And yet we’re all the same, we’re together in this. There’s no erasing the future, there’s no building the past, except in our imagination. May your hopes be high, and your prayers…
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