Category: Creative Writing
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Sunshine
Everywhere I go there is an expected burden I must carry. A curse given to me by my mother. I dreamt about my father, our conversations and his laughter. For a moment I forgot he died. The sunshine is deceiving, I’m in the midst of a storm.
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Monsters in the Room
I called her “mother” but her name is Lilith. Nine souls she birthed, four she blessed. Her demeanor portrayed righteousness; Jesus, she wedged between us. Life trapped within the storm. Her deceit, raining on my father’s casket. An ending without words; love aborted for the sake of pride.
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Provocation
“Good morning,” the bait for misdirection. Bad intentions soaked in “best interests.” Being someone else, the exit sign towards the door.
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Head Down
Expectation led to another failure. I devalued my worth. The manipulation and frustration pushing me toward despair. My horoscope gave me distressing news. I’m just biding my time until I can leave this place.
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Blemished Intent
Spring light in the sepia sky. I remember when joy greeted us in the morning. Time moves with reckless abandon. Every decade carries a scar. Tears drying in the night. Good intentions were wounded by the abrupt goodbye.
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Back Here
I remember the first day, nothing was clear just hazy. An unexpected death warped my train of thought. Second guessing overlaying the logic. I looked for a way of escape. The path brought me back to this place.
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Stains
The night spent dispelling a fabled reality. Childhood memories interrogated at midnight. Bloody exhaustion cannot see the sunrise. Nightmares throughout the day.
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Legacies and Lies
Legacies derived from lies. Mothers and sons manipulating lives. Thieves hide in the shadow of Christ. Empty inheritance justified.
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Ache
Sustenance coming from struggles. Knowledge stemming from survival. No reason; no understanding. Love and life becoming shadows in the room. Purpose is still a mystery.
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Coined Curse
The company I work for is the embodiment of a curse, filled with chaos, and calamity starting with my interviews. I remember on the day of my final interview and offer, the United States Capitol was attacked by Trump supporters. That moment should have been a clear sign of the trouble ahead. On my first…
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Have a Seat
I wanted a seat at the table. I believed it was important as I often thought about the position of power. A fool’s delight; no one listens to righteous perspectives. The longing desire to help others. Empowerment is a wicked motivation.
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Cracks and Crevices
There are weak points in this foundation. I see the truth time has shown. Alone in the lengthening darkness. Breaking into the wrong pieces.
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Indistinguishable
Time’s resumed its pace. We are bound to its madness. We have done everything and we have done nothing. Moments are indistinguishable. An eerie feeling.
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Review: Wanda-Vision
The show started with what many viewed as questionable content. Why would the Avengers be in retro-television sitcoms? However, as the storyline progressed, we got to see the world from Wanda’s life and then everything started making sense. The story is based on grief and how it is processed. Monica Rambeau showed us how to…
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Descent
Sleepless nights due to fear of the darkness. Hoping for the better. We desire to end the nightmares but the sacrifice is too great. Learning from our failures. Our experience did not prepare us for the fall.
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Talk About It
On January 19, 2021, I started my first day at my new job, after nearly a year of employment due to the pandemic. That same day, my father died. It’s weird, maybe ironic to some degree. The grief and emptiness I feel from the loss of my father is the same feeling I have at…
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Pondering
I’ve lost control. Too many variables I could not account for. I always thought life should be a simple existence and death a complicated matter. I think I was wrong. Life is a journey through hell. Maybe death will be that simple existence.
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