Kelly Dickerson
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Loves soft song
Love, like rain, can pour or mist, bare or heal. It's a soft song in the dark, a warm hand when cold. It's the bold leap into the deep, the risk we seek. Love is the peak of life, the core of our soul, the key that fits the lock. Love is pure, true, vast, and deep. It's the fire that we keep. Love is you and me, and all that we can be. It's the knot that ties us, the path that tries us. Love is the joy we feel, the pain that's real. It's the bond that can't be torn, the rose with its thorn. Love is more than just a word, it's a call that's heard. Love is here, love is now, love is why, love is how.
By Kelly Dickerson10 months ago in Poets
Late night reflections
One painting that has always captivated me is Edward Hopper's "Nighthawks," which depicts a late-night scene at a diner in an urban area. The painting is known for its use of light and shadow to convey a sense of loneliness and isolation among the people in the diner, who are all lost in their own thoughts and seemingly disconnected from one another.
By Kelly Dickerson11 months ago in Art
The unlikely Alliances
The team of robbers gathered in the abandoned warehouse, nervously eyeing each other. They were an unlikely bunch: a retired librarian, a dishwasher, and a yoga instructor. But they shared one thing in common - they all needed money, and fast.
By Kelly Dickerson11 months ago in Fiction
Roommate Quest
Title: "The Roomate Quest” Logline: When three strangers with wildly different personalities are forced to share a cramped apartment, they must navigate hilarious misunderstandings, unexpected alliances, and the occasional dance party to survive life in the big city.
By Kelly Dickerson11 months ago in Humor