A’Moor_Creative
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🔮Creatively Writing for the Unseen World📝
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A Conversation I Had
...and she said, “I think every one who smokes is running from something.” and I thought she was wrong and I simply believe that everyone is running from something...and we are all afraid of it, whatever it is and we all found ways to cope and we all can’t sleep at night with these fears behind our eye lids...we all know. But I know I can’t sleep and that’s why I smoke. And I smell my fear on my upper lip, and I know mosquitos taste it in my blood and now I know that my fear lives within me..
By A’Moor_Creative3 years ago in Poets
A Time of Youth
My tears smelled just like the coming storms I feared as a little girl. My sadness felt like when I put my hand to the windows as lightening cracked and waited for the thunder to slowly roll itself through the house shaking the rooms as it prowled.
By A’Moor_Creative3 years ago in Poets
Somni Prologue
“What’s past is prologue,” Professor Dallwood turns back to us, “even Shakespeare knew then that we could affect the future,” she says brightly, “even your final grade if you’ve gotten started on that final paper,” on that flat note everyone jumps to gather their belongings bustling to shuffle to the next part of the day.
By A’Moor_Creative3 years ago in Families
