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MClarice
The stars soaring around in my chest will not let me settle until it lands…Home
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Cover image for post exhale, by MClarice
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MClarice in Micropoetry
• 40 reads

exhale

I had to tear my heart from my chest just to exhale for a moment without pain.

I needed a moment not to feel so much.

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Pen to the Paper 18
Write without planning. That's it. Just sit down and write. No restrictions. You don't have to use your first draft.
Cover image for post just a moment, by MClarice
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MClarice
• 41 reads

just a moment

you took my hand and showed me how the sun’s light can warm instead of burn,

and just for a while, i felt what it is like to be sheltered unconditionally.

i looked at you in awe, with all these untamed feelings coming over me like a rush of the ocean’s waves sweeping me under for just a moment.

just a moment.

for once, being under the current of someone’s love didn’t feel suffocating and heavy. as I came up not for air but to see your eyes gazing back at me, i knew it would be foolish of me to turn and walk away from this cosmic dance between us.

so, I continued to dance with you on the rings of Saturn, allowing my heart to be set free.

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Cover image for post Secret Chord, by MClarice
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MClarice in Micropoetry
• 48 reads

Secret Chord

You found the secret chord to my heart.

How can I ever repay you?

#love #mircopoem #romance

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Cover image for post This Year's Love, by MClarice
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MClarice in Micropoetry
• 45 reads

This Year’s Love

No matter if we go our separate ways.

You'd still be my “this year's love.”

https://youtu.be/NzlGZDzdsPg

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MClarice in Micropoetry
• 46 reads

in your eyes

When you see your unborn child in their eyes,

a feeling of unrest settles in your bones

as your soul weeps in silent joy.

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One Last Time
Anything and everything you can think of. Please tag me!
Cover image for post Tender, by MClarice
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MClarice
• 57 reads

Tender

What I do know is my soul has lost the will to resist you.

Your tenderness covers my invisible wounds.

Your hand holds my disfigured heart ever so gently.

Now I understand what it means to surrender all that I am

for precious moments with you.

I was lost in the dark on this path until your tender flame broke up the darkness surrounding me.

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re-written past
Alright, so here's the challenge. Take your oldest piece here on prose, blow the dust from it, polish it and give it another life. Show us what you started with here. You can refresh, change its length, or simply edit your work a bit (especially if it has been years since anyone had a chance to see it) or just leave it as it is because for you it's perfect. And tag me so I can see your entry ;) Ps. I will join in as well
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MClarice in A Writer's Path
• 98 reads

the last exit...

When your dreams are just a few exits away…

You've been driving on this grueling road for a long time, and with each exit you pass, you are conflicted. Either you want to give up believing your time will not come, or you hold on to the course because you HAVE to be almost there.

But almost doesn't count …

Or maybe it really does count for something…It counts for trying, for even attempting to follow those uninhabited dreams. Trust me, it counts for something. So what happens when you are on your road, it could be a form of recovery, finding oneself, a better quality of life, or just your dreams and desires land you so close to the last exit?

Do you speed up? Do you slow down? Or will you keep the pace you are at and follow through? I mean, hell, you've come this far, and two choices are lingering in your mind.

Choice one; I can make it. I got this. I am literally there. Do. Not. Give. Up. Follow. Through.

Choice two; It still feels like it's too far away. I don't think I can endure anymore. I just…cant.

The last exit could be your escape to whatever better future you have planned for yourself. The previous exit can lead to another road, but each road becomes more manageable, less grueling, more rewarding. Remember, the last exit doesn't mean it is the end of your journey; it can mean many things for YOU. So just follow through, friend. Follow through.

Written: August 23, 2016 for the challenge, "Words of Encouragement"

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Eternity
Cover image for post deep love, by MClarice
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• 67 reads

deep love

There is no breath left in my lungs for anyone else because she stole my last breath by one glance. There is no form of poetry to convey how the universe drips from her fingertips every time she caresses my skin. She is infinity wrapped in a cluster of colorful stars, and I cannot define her beauty.

She is my constant beginning and my never-ending.

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MClarice in Poetry & Free Verse
• 73 reads

masterpiece

“I’m sorry for my brokenness,” she sniffles as her emotions grew with every inhale.

I hear her pain, her sadness, and I reach out for her hand, “You have nothing to be sorry about, kochanie.”

She sighs, “How come?”

With a small smile, “You’re like a vase with a few cracks in it. But those cracks are filled with liquid gold and sealed with the ashes of faraway stars. You are a work of art, a masterpiece that no one can destroy.”

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moon/stars
write a poem about the moon or the stars.
Cover image for post dream a little dream, by MClarice
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MClarice
• 75 reads

dream a little dream

She walked on planets and touched the stars.

Her imagination; a wild and cosmic ride.

I gravitated towards her like a wayward star being pulled into a massive black hole.

I couldn’t resist.

So I laid back on a small cloud and watched her dream a little dream.

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