I’m not really political in any way, I’m apolitical. But I’ve recently noticed that I might have some tendencies that are considered conservative, Independent, and liberal. And so I’m not really a leftist or a rightist. Maybe I’m a centrist, a moderate. I prefer the label “political Independent,” or just unaffiliated. I tend to think…
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Refuge, wings What would happen if we stopped seeing shapes and patterns, visions and imagery? These are our lifeblood. What if music, art, and poetry stop existing? And what happens to friendship and love when it’s questioned too much? I’m full of love, loving; and we’re lovely, love’s devotion. | How are we here? And…
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we are enough Our hands and hearts form a circle, a singing chorus, and a bright rhythm. When the patterns and laws faded, we found hope in the chaos. We found hope in the colors; jet black, blue-black, something like charcoal or ink or glossy black paint; deep brown, like the bark of a tree;…
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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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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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In time, as we get older I don’t want to let anybody down. I don’t want to be too conspicuous or too much of a burden. It’s hard to understand that the future is unknown. Do we control our own destinies? I had a classmate in school named Destiny. I had another classmate named Fatima.…
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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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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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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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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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