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What Is True Beauty

Beauty is all around us. It affects us, nurtures us, lives in us and without us. It imbues things with life and it makes life wonderful. But what is true beauty? Is it the tinge of orange in red dawn? Or the early bloom of flowers or is it spring…

23 Ways to Deal with Anger and Anxiety: How to have take charge attitude

Life overwhelms us. We feel anxious and angry. We try but despite our best efforts things go awry. You may feel like this happens only to you but in life this is normal. Things sometimes don't go as planned.

18 Ways to get rid of Writing Block: A guide for bored to death writers

Boredom is a reality that writers often have to face. It can be a writing gig that is taking too long or perhaps it is that story that you thought about for a long while but now you are at loggerheads with yourself in the middle of it.

Dear Young Poet: A Poem

On the eve of the Election Day - Nov 2, 2020 - I wrote my first poem and opened this Instagram account. Not only did I admire the work I read but many of these pieces were written by young poets I wanted to uplift and inspire. I’m grateful every single day for all the lessons that brought me to today. I’m not sure I’d be as grateful had the journey been a simple one. Thank you Streetwriters for all you do in our community. We love you!

Is Poetry Dead? The Rise of Bad Poetry

The classics still have their audience, their aura of mystery and attraction but poetry as a living mode of expression for our cultural experience has died. Poetry is dead and we all have been its murderers in our own way.

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Thoughts with meaning, thoughts without

Thoughts with meaning, thoughts without
Order, chaos, clarity, doubt
All whirling in a dream
A turning, twisting, rushing stream

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A world globe representing the Contempla of the Princess of Aanunja

Chapter 3: A Call of the Forest

"He was on a dear hunt in a grove near the forest. He caught sight of a beautiful doe with her child. The doe strangely left the grove and began running towards the forest. The King pursued it with his retainers behind him. The doe was fast — too fast."

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Chapter 2: A Call of the Forest

The goon on the left held a sword. He swung it at Ghal. Ghal swiftly sidestepped and hit him in the arm with full force. The man cried and let go of the blade. Ghal was deft enough to catch it and chop off the offender's head. In a split second, he had it thrust into the stomach of the last attacker.

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Chromatic Progressional Depression: A World Without Colors

It disappeared slowly, the colors. They melted and blended into one another. The first one to go was red; she was fiery and youthful, spitting anger in every word she spoke.

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Chapter 1: A Call of the Forest

Sanidar gave the sword one last look before placing it on the rack between the massive broadsword and the chest plate. He was exhausted, but the sword was complete at last. It had taken him weeks to forge it — melting raw iron ore and pouring it into ingots. Then came the long, excruciating task of annealing and hammering it into shape. 

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