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Most likely writing in my journals or notes in my phone, burying my face in a book, at a concert, laughing or eating fries. Recent college graduate with a ridiculous dream of wanting to write for a living.

Favorite Color

My favorite color  Used to be red. How easy it was to swipe the shade Across my lips And pull it over my head To hug my body.  But they didn’t like that color on me Only liked to see the dress On their bedroom floor instead.        They  convinced me all the time   I started…

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3/30/22

Your birthday You turn thirty today Your lucky year I guess I should be happy for you But I’m not Too upset with the fact That even after five years I still remember your birthday And I can’t chalk up some lame excuse Like it’s the day before my best friend’s Because as true as…

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Pillow Talk

His mattress was on the floor, two pillows dressed up his bed. It gave off the potential of an artist but it looked like he was pretending. He never asked me if I liked his place, probably because he knew that even with my falsity to it all, he could still tell I was lying.…

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For This New Year

I want to live. I want to have that kind of life that I’ve always wanted. The kind that I can tell my fifteen-year-old self it was worth going through what I had to go through to get here. I want to be happy. The kind of happy that makes others uncomfortable. To wonder how…

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Finding My Home: Chapter 2

“I think that should be the last of it,” mom said. She placed the box she carried up to my new room on the floor. The corners were starting to bend on each side from being pushed around the back of the moving van.  “Wow, that wasn’t so bad,” I said trying to catch my…

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Finding My Home: Chapter 1

“For god’s sake Joce, what did I do now, huh?” my dad said. His voice could be heard throughout the house no matter what room you were in. His footsteps got closer as they slammed against the floor. His dirty white socks showed underneath the crack of my door as they cleaned up the remnants…

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I’m Feeling The Burn(out)

I’ve been feeling in a funk lately. I’m not going to sit at my desk and lie to you that I have my life together and everything is going great. That’s not to say some things in my life recently have made me rethink that manifesting and writing my goals down does come true eventually.…

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Dear Mom, You Were Right

Dear Mom, I know as I’m writing this now it will be your birthday soon. Something you’ve been constantly saying for me not to forget so I don’t have plans for that night. I would never. Lately I’ve been doing this thing where I think or look back on certain times in my life. Some…

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Age Is Just A Number

I realize as I’m writing this that my birthday is in 3 days. In 3 days I’m going to be turning 26. A new age,a new year, another chance to experience whatever life has to throw an offer to me. If I’m being honest, I have some mixed thoughts on it. A part of me…

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When Love…Fades

So, you met somebody. And maybe you weren’t expecting it at the time. You gave your heart so many chances to be rebuilt by past lovers who could barely hold a small piece that broke off from someone else before. You didn’t feel like trying for what seemed like the millionth time again only to…

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Permanent

I always had this thought in my head that nothing in my life could be permanent. I think the more I’ve grown up an experienced things in my lifetime, the more I’ve become accustomed to a temporary lifestyle. Maybe one day it will change. I wrote this poem after I read the book “In Five…

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This Is Me Letting You Go

I don’t want this to be so hard. But I guess it has to be when it’s something you know you need to let go of, even when it’s the last thing you want to have happened. It kind of feels like you’re giving up on something that’s always been bad for you. And no…

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I’m Not Where You Left Me

I’m a big fan of Taylor Swift, ever since I was 11. To say she has helped shape my life would be a total understatement. She’s been some of the reason for why I get a creative spark after bouts of writer’s block, and this time was no different. On the deluxe version of evermore…

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