Look Until you Can't Anymore
I'll remain dignified
Look away
when my plaits of brunette hair are unkempt.
For I am prideful,
but look inward
when I am radiant.
However, if you intend on blearing my light
or dissipating into the void
then look away.
-But look inward
when I am deprived of warmth.
If my spirit is too strong,
then look away.
Because to eliminate it,
would be like cutting off half an organ.
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Samantha Corral
I am currently a sophomore at Florida Gulf Coast University. Writing poems is one the many art forms I use to express my myself and my creativity.
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A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Krampabout 5 hours ago in Wander
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