Tag: amwriting
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Temporary Stay
Our postponement has expired. I was hoping for more time. The morning sky cannot hide the truth. I see the warning buried beneath the horizon, preventing the sun from rising.
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October 17, 2022
Another weekend vanished. Friday night I did a reaction video involving Bray Wyatt’s promo. Someone accused me of laughing but I wasn’t laughing because the promo wasn’t what I expected. I don’t think the person watched the video. I spent time drawing and sketching over the weekend. I had a lot on my mind and…
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April 13, 2022
Yesterday, I had an interview due to happenstance. I have a couple of panel interviews this week, so we will see what happens. Things may once again come full circle. I had my first one-on-one with the new Vice President of Global Customer Success. He was apologetical 20-minutes late. We discussed his observations during his…
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February 17, 2022
The atmosphere created a much darker mood this week. I’m feeling another increase in stress. I reached out to my former boss to check on him since his departure in January 2022. He says he’s doing fine, and I hope that’s the case. I am applying to opportunities with better pay and compensation because doing…
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January 19, 2022
It’s been a year since my father’s passing. While I am coming to terms with his death, the situation that preceded the moment is unacceptable. My mother, the twins, and oldest sister knew he was ill (cancer)and did nothing to help him. Instead, they took his money and claimed his illness was God’s punishment for…
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Nature
It rains in the most obscure places; the unexpected. Taps playing on my skin. The urge to run becoming prevalent. Be still, let nature take its course.
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Fools
A sense of panic lingers. Words spewed to comfort. It’s not over. Garbled dreams and nightmares so vivid. Time is forced to rewind. We’ve shut our doors again.
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Reminiscent
A summer of Deja Vu becomes reminiscent of a love story. Cascading sunbeams reflecting our memories. The warning of a storm, the bittersweet smell of rain.
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In the Valley
This valley is void of life. My days are wasted and my nights are restless. I’m bankrupt because of good deeds. My thoughts gathered in an empty space. The shadows tell me there’s no reason to be here.
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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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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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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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After Life
I lie awake for days. My mind’s endless pontification. A restart requires a heavy price. All my hard work erased. However, there is nothing left to prove. The evidence carries a message of truth. After life comes death. There are things I must do.
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2020
A sudden fracture within the norm gave way to an unexpected tragedy. A single infection shut down the world. Despite the unprecedented events, we sought peace and equality. Our reality is now planted in a virtual world. A King showed us the meaning of strength and commitment; a loss we cannot recover. Politicians forsaking the…
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Smoke and Ash
I performed a ritual in the shadow of a new moon. A burning sacrifice to release the negativity. I doubted the outcome. In the wake of events, maybe I was wrong to have the disbelief.
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Here
I am sitting beneaththe rain of contemplation,wanting a relationshipfree of ridiculous expectations. I dream of nightswith intimate conversations.I want to experience companionshipwithout stipulations. I am longing for the sunshine.
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The Void
From the equinox through the solstice, I’ve watched the passing of each new moon. So much of my time spent in darkness. I don’t know what to think anymore. It’s a disturbing notion. The abortion of love and compassion gives life to relentless greed. I watched the death of strangers and felt the weight of…
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