Month: August 2024

Non-Fiction · Values

The Chains of Cynicism

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Cynicism wears a knowing grin,
A mask that hides the rot within.
It tells you all that’s good is fake,
That every smile conceals a snake.

It sharpens words to cut and tear,
Turns trust to ash, leaves hearts threadbare.
A bitter laugh, a cruel jest,
It sours hope within the breast.

No kindness given, none received,
For every truth must be deceived.
It builds a wall, stone upon stone,
Until you’re left to stand alone.

But walls can’t keep the world away,
They only block the light of day.
And in the dark, what do you find?
A prison forged within the mind.

Yet somewhere past those guarded gates,
A brighter world still quietly waits.
So tear the chains, let cynics rail—
In love and trust, we shall prevail.

Nature · Non-Fiction · Sonnet

Kissing Summer Goodbye

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The summer sun begins its slow descent,
As golden days give way to cooler nights,
The warmth that lingered, now begins its bent,
Toward autumn’s call, with softer, gentler lights.

The flowers fade, their vibrant colors waned,
The breezes change, a whisper of the fall,
And though the summer’s joy we have retained,
We know the time has come to heed the call.

So let us bid farewell with tender grace,
To sunsets long and days of endless blue,
For every season has its time, its place,
And now the earth prepares for something new.

Yet in our hearts, the summer will remain,
A memory to warm us through the rain.

Inspirational · Non-Fiction

Hope II

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Hope is the light in the darkest night,
A whisper of dawn, a promise of sight,
It’s the seed that sleeps beneath the snow,
Waiting for spring, for its chance to grow.

It’s the flame that flickers but never dies,
A glimmer of blue in stormy skies,
Hope is the anchor in a restless sea,
A guiding star that sets us free.

It’s the breath you take when the world is still,
The strength to climb the steepest hill,
Hope is the hand that pulls you through,
When all seems lost, it’s the faith in you.

It’s the song that plays in a silent heart,
The courage to finish what you start,
Hope is the dream that you hold tight,
The beacon that shines through the endless night.

In every tear, in every pain,
Hope is the sun after the rain,
It’s the voice that says, “Just one more try,”
A force that lifts you up to fly.

So keep it close, let it burn bright,
Hope is the key to endless light,
For in its glow, you’ll find your way,
To a brighter, better, endless day.

Feminism · Inspirational · Poetry

She Can Break the Glass

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Enough misogyny! The glass is cracked;
and she’s about to bring it down soon.

Oh, her power, fierce and bold,

In tales of old, and stories told,

She rise, unyielding, through the night,

A beacon of unwavering light.

In her strength, her spirit knows no bounds,


In grace, her presence still astounds,


With every step, she paves the way,


A force that time cannot delay.

In her nurturing hands, the future blooms,


In wisdom’s eyes, the truth consumes,


A warrior’s heart beneath soft skin,


The battles she fought, the wars within.

Her voice, a melody so pure,


Commands the tides, the winds assure,


In her tender care and fiery zeal,


The world bends to her fervent will.

In every role she chooses to play,


In shadows dark or brightest day,


A testament to power, true,


Oh, woman, all the world long owes you.

Inspirational · Non-Fiction

Faith

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“but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40‬:‭31‬ ‭NIV‬‬
https://bible.com/bible/111/isa.40.31.NIV

When shadows stretch across the land,
And all seems lost, hard to withstand,
A light within begins to rise,
Unseen by earth, yet known to skies.

Faith whispers soft in darkest night,
A beacon strong, a guiding light,
It lifts the weary, soothes the soul,
And makes the broken pieces whole.

No storm too fierce, no mountain too high,
Can break the trust in what’s nearby,
For faith is not just hope or dream,
It’s rooted deep in truth unseen.

It walks with you through every fire,
And fuels the heart with pure desire,
To press on through, to stand and fight,
When all seems lost, it shows the light.

Through valleys deep, through deserts dry,
Faith sees the rain, the open sky,
It knows the sun behind the cloud,
And feels the peace within the loud.

So trust in faith, let it reside,
In every step, let it be your guide,
For with it, you are never alone,
In faith, we find our way back home.

Non-Fiction · Poetry · Writing · Writing True

The Tenets of Writing

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The tenets of writing are carved in the soul,
In ink that bleeds from mind’s deep scroll,
Where truth and fiction intertwine,
A place where shadows and light align.

First, there is honesty, raw and pure,
The courage to face what you’re unsure,
To peel back layers, reveal what’s real,
To write what only the heart can feel.

Then comes the craft, the careful hand,
That molds the chaos, makes it stand,
With rhythm, with meter, with flow and grace,
A structure that gives each thought its place.

Next is the voice, unique and strong,
A melody where your words belong,
It’s the fingerprint in every line,
The mark that makes the work truly mine.

There is also patience, slow and deep,
The willingness to dive, to leap,
To revise, to rewrite, to start anew,
To see the journey fully through.

And lastly, passion, the driving force,
The burning fire, the endless course,
For writing is not just what we do,
It’s the very essence of being true.

These tenets guide the writer’s hand,
They build the worlds where we all stand,
For in these rules, these sacred creeds,
The writer finds the words they need.

Poetry · Writing · Writing True

To Dare Fill a Blank Space

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In writing, I find a secret door,
Where thoughts can dance and ideas soar,
A place where silence speaks in rhyme,
And words transform both space and time.

It’s the freedom of a blank, white page,
A stage where every dream can wage,
A battle for a voice, a place,
To weave a world, to craft a space.

I love the way the pen can glide,
Tracing paths where my truths reside,
In every twist, in every turn,
New fires of imagination burn.

The joy is in the endless play,
Where shadows stretch and colors stay,
Where I can shape the night or day,
And mold the world in my own way.

Each sentence is a brushstroke bold,
A story waiting to be told,
In writing, I become the guide,
To worlds that in my heart reside.

Writing True

Writing’s Very Essence

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What do you enjoy most about writing?

The very essence of writing is the breath of one’s soul,
A flame that flickers yet never grows old,
It’s the rhythm of thoughts as they turn into sound,
The place where lost meanings are finally found.

It’s the dance of the mind on the edge of the night,
A chase after shadows, a reach for the light,
Writing is the tether that anchors the heart,
The moment where chaos and order both start.

It’s the silence that speaks unequivocally through the stroke of a pen,
A whisper of truth again and again,
The very essence of writing is the urge to explore,
To unravel the mysteries, to seek something more.

It’s the voice within that refuses to rest,
The quest for connection, the pursuit of the best,
Writing is the pulse, the beat of the earth,
The search for meaning, the measure of worth.

It’s the seed that is planted deep in the mind,
A journey, a quest, a path yet defined,
For the very essence of writing is life unconfined,
A boundless adventure of heart, soul, and mind.