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Attention! This is a Message To All Writers and Creatives

Attention! This is a Message To All Writers and Creatives

As inspired by Ray Bradbury
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Angelina Der Arakelian
When The Heart Calls for Some Words

When The Heart Calls for Some Words

Favorite Words — A Prompt for Words You’ve Already Written
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Letters to Humanity

Letters to Humanity

A Soul Craft Prompt
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Angelina Der Arakelian
POETRY
Characters Change Like Seasons

Characters Change Like Seasons

Humans are part of nature after all
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Repeating What Will Never Be Again

Repeating What Will Never Be Again

If only there was a way to relive a moment that made us feel alive
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Angelina Der Arakelian
My Soul is Starving

My Soul is Starving

I’m not sure what for, but the hunger is there
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Angelina Der Arakelian
In the End, All You Have is You

In the End, All You Have is You

One of the most difficult yet satisfying truths
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Angelina Der Arakelian
a place to call my home.

a place to call my home.

A poem I wrote about belonging in nature.
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Brad W Carr
Creativity is Still There, Knocking on My Door

Creativity is Still There, Knocking on My Door

No matter how busy or distracted I am
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Love as Fuel for Life

Love as Fuel for Life

We’re given a vehicle Moving us from one point to the next Of this so called Life
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Poem: Butterfly in the Rain

Poem: Butterfly in the Rain

A fleeting moment of freedom
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Rav Sekhon
I Believe in Respect

I Believe in Respect

In some unwritten law In some fantastical world Protected by those with a pure soul
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Angelina Der Arakelian
September Baby Blues

September Baby Blues

Fall means bittersweet change
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Angelina Der Arakelian
He is the Boulder in the River

He is the Boulder in the River

Yes, some days, a great big ache of desire rides me like a hound.
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Marianne Simon
Writing is Breathing

Writing is Breathing

For some souls Unable to express themselves Any other way
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Time, Love and the Universe

Time, Love and the Universe

Grand universe With immeasurable galaxies Countless solar systems
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Sweet Addiction

Sweet Addiction

How you make me feel
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Angelina Der Arakelian
I Really Like This Time of Day

I Really Like This Time of Day

When the sun decides to retire and call for the moon
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Thunder Hole

Thunder Hole

poetry
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Poet Daniel
How Much Time is There?

How Much Time is There?

How much time, truly?
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Angelina Der Arakelian
The Surreal Part About Growing Older

The Surreal Part About Growing Older

Maybe it’s not us growing, but something else
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Inside Eyes

Inside Eyes

In this bag are all emotions. See the bulges of laughter, the squirming of anger, the prickling of loneliness, the pulsing of rage, the…
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Marianne Simon
Watching the Moon From Different Parts of the World

Watching the Moon From Different Parts of the World

It always felt a bit surreal to me To think that each one of us Watches the same moon From different points of the world This minuscule…
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Do Trees Dream?

Do Trees Dream?

In a strip 4’ x 8’, they pile the dirt. And in the dirt they dig a hole. And in the hole they put a tree. It is a young tree, delicate…
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Marianne Simon
Starting From Something So Precious And So Small

Starting From Something So Precious And So Small

We start with tiny legs Tiny arms and an even Tinier heart
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Speaking to Others with Warmth

Speaking to Others with Warmth

It’s free, and oh so fulfilling
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Angelina Der Arakelian
The house that I live in

The house that I live in

In the house that I live in, new things happen every day A new baby is born every fortnight, Whose it is, you shall never know. One of them…
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SSH
Leaf Mist

Leaf Mist

Close your eyes. Now, slowly open them and watch the mist on the leaf. For you see, all leaves breathe. They call it transpiration. It is…
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Marianne Simon
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