creative writing
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A harp grows wings Kind words to speak Faith like blanket. Trust in the good and take a leap space It’s yours Silent sage rule the thoughts in your heart. Peace to everyone and everything let happiness reign pour blessings of joy every day. Patience It’ll come. Close your eyes count to three Breathe and…
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City life Busy streets people walking that beat When in the grind, you’ll find yourself counting nickels pennies dimes Work late, early rise before the sun wakes up to shine Forgot what it’s like to wine and dine. shit got real might even steal lines, public transportation hustle and bustle people…
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Did you make a pact with heaven, to borrow melodies harmonies? bated breathe Hold that note Captivating Let passion play sending shivers down my spine sweet surrender to your sound. Thinking of possibilities if it was only me and you around. Make my body your guitar Allow me to show you how to sing a…
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Stranger sage has saved many days Whispers of inspiration on commuter train Encouraging words engraved in my bones Conversations with the future toasting to the unknown Sharing an umbrella when the sky decided on pouring marathon People come and go but impact in fleeting moments.
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Clearing channels mind like a finely tuned radio pure thoughts free flow when you let the mind go. breathe in life the more you will know if you keep within what no longer serves, it begins to own and poison the soul. Listen to the voice the purest one from the deepest parts whispers crescendo…
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Doctor delivered The diagnosis A cliché case Of unrequited Love to the poet Doctor described The disease. Your Heart was stretched Broken, now Jackson Pollock red Strings plucked One By One Body shakes in waves Cycle of anger, sadness, and longing. Jealous Thoughts will eat Away at your brain She prescribed Reading and Writing poetry…
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Living the cement American dream millions chasing the kite’s Blue, red, white Tail Only to meet Blood sweat tears Harsh reality. Parenting in shifts Breeding soldiers of struggle Papi couldn’t learn English quickly Factory life Gasoline worker At night Smell embedded In his hands Ser buen pobres is what he taught me, in another life…
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Sinatra Sunday Coffee brews inspiration Strangers in moonlight
Yesenia Guerra 