Spill my soul upon this page.
Until this toll and gentle rage.
Pass me by and leave only bliss.
Try I must, whether hit or miss.
I'm here now, to let you know.
Given time, we all reap what we sow.
So search your heart for your true desire.
Perch and guard your authentic fire.
Let no one near that might lead you astray.
To reach the stars, your dues you must pay.
Yes never stray from your real path.
Know it's for you, and that it will last.
Be true to yourself, first and foremost.
Free who you have shelved, let your soul be the host.
-Instincts-
"it's not about what you know, it's about what you feel. Listen to your Instincts!"
About the Creator
Instincts
Writing since the age of 7. My soul longs to put pen to paper and cast my melodies into the air. I am here to remind you of yourself and all the greatness within you. I am here to remind you of your Instincts. Listen to your Instincts!
When the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
By Rebekah Conard6 days ago in Journal
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