Lonely

A sad, young woman sits on a cement ledge, contemplating. Abusive relationship and harassment concept

Don’t (an acrostic poem)

Don’t make me hate you.

Today, I realized. (thoughts)

Just when I think I’m at a point where I’m okay and can finally start moving forward, someone casually or incendiarily hurls those three words, burning me to the core.

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Surrounded by tiny bubbles, a woman in her bridal dress sinks deep beneath the surface of the water.

Crashing (a poem)

The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.  
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The silhouette of a burglar sneeking into a home, through the kitchen door. View from inside a residence with blinds closed.

Telltale (a poem)

My thoughts turn, yet the air about me lies still, undisturbed. Tranquility without, while inside I spin.
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Black smoke in the shape of a side portrait of a woman's face. The black tendrils of smoke create the feeling of long wavy hair blowing in the wind. Double exposure.

Awkward Moments (a poem)

This is one of those
awkward
moments,
we all have them
and yet in the midst of it
I feel so foolish,
exposed,
helpless,
and alone.

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A close-up photo of the right side of the front of a redheaded caucasian woman's face with her eye closed, blinking.

Blink (a poem)

An hour lasts forever. A lifetime’s just a blink. The time it takes to get there is never what you think.

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Side view of an upset female student wearing jeans and a lavender hoodie. Sitting on an outdoor cement stairway, she leans against the wall beside it, her hands holding the side of her head in anguish.

Invisible (an acrostic poem)

I’m the invisible girl, nobody knows exists, visible only to myself. I shrink from view, strategically blending into the background.

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A shattered shop window shows signs of an attempted burglary.

Help (a poem)

The bullies carried baseball bats wrapped in chain and tape. Now they use both laws and lies to hit us with their hate.

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A still life photo of a medieval sword and hauberk. A steel sword, with leather-wrapped handle lies atop a piece of chainmail armor. A red reflection in the blade and hilt of the well-worn sword appears as though it was bloodied in battle before being laid down.

I am (a poem)

I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.

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A lone white and yellow frangipani flower on a cement floor.

Shame, shame, know your name (article)

Shame can be a strong force for positive change. At the same time, shame can stunt my growth.

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Lonely

Don’t (an acrostic poem)

Crashing (a poem)

Telltale (a poem)

Blink (a poem)

Invisible (an acrostic poem)

Help (a poem)

I am (a poem)

Shame, shame, know your name (article)

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