Tag: Sam Kealey
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“Pleading Poet”- Haven Hawkins
I left the page in a hurry. I grabbed my quill and ink darting for the nearest exit. How could I hurt if I never reflect. If I don’t see the ink run, there must not be a tear. For a writer only writes in a time of despair. A sentence to escape or understand. …
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“Will He Giveth Thyme” – Paige Soden
Ten Years my Senior and A man indeed. Please darling nevermore unfrown today, the lust of her touch always makes me bleed. Certes my love we shall travel to Frey! Envision skies of Lily’s You and I, Forbid baby blues allowance to stay. I won’t understand why she had to Fly. But our Dearest, I…
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Say You Still Need Me- Ayasha Cantey
Sometimes I feel like you don’t tell me you f*** with me enough ‘Cause the whole time, you were giving away what should have been my love – H.E.R. I was born to a woman who was more concerned about a man than her kids. At the age of 14, I was pawned off…
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When Nature Creeps…
by Ayasha Cantey Amidst the whispers of the ancient woods, where the deer’s antlers crown the silent king. The noble grace in shadows understood. In nature’s realm, where every song takes wing. The wasps nest hangs, a fortress in the air. A home of buzzing life in a hive’s embrace. While spiders weave their silken…
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Oh, To Be a Muse
by Haven Hawkins Always the hand that writes never the story told I wonder what it’s like to be someone’s muse. Someone’s reason to breathe, reason to speak, reason to dream. What would it be like to inspire rather than delude? I’m always the writer never the story, and part of me is comfortable with…
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I’m a Survivor
by Jenna Siuta Before now, I had never been an independent person. I relied on other people to help get me through my days. Never having a mind of my own. Before that, I didn’t know if I was going to make it to the next day. Before that, I met some people who were…
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Pacify Her
by Miriam Da Ponte It’s been days since the baby cried for his pacifier. He’s a better sleeper now; sign of a healthy boy. She can’t wait to let the pediatrician know. He doesn’t wake up in the night to beg for the boob. How lucky that he lets her sleep for six hours straight!…
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A Cup of Hope
By Natalie Suarez One chilly morning, Emma opened her coffee shop, the warmth inside inviting against the cold outside. As she brewed coffee, she noticed a shivering old man huddled on the sidewalk. “Here,” she said, handing him a steaming cup. “On the house.” His eyes widened. “Why?” “Because everyone deserves warmth,” she replied with…
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Sorry is Always Enough-Jenna Siuta
I am sorry. I am so sorry for all of the pain I have caused. But how much can I actually be sorry? They weren’t all bad memories. Some were good. Do you remember the smell of ice cream and popcorn filling the air as you walked down Main Street. Smiling and laughing as Grandma…
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Embrace of Solitude
by Kristen Giebler Lila wandered the winding woods, her footsteps gentle on a carpet of fallen leaves. Autumn wrapped around her like a soft whisper, each vibrant hue a reminder of change, sharing secrets only she could hear. Every evening, she settled beneath her nurturing oak. It’s branches reaching out like gentle arms. Nature was…
