Tag: gpoy
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Literary Ebb and Flow and Glow
How did we let ourselves become so lovesick? Our hearts oozed right into our seats. You at the head of the class called to each of us like a beacon. At first my writing was about you and then it was about writing about you and so forth. Soon my writing was dribble. And then…
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Team Building!
Drinks. Not with friends though. More so with strangers now so… I’ll drink whatever
G. Pearson
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All Downhill From Here
Hot air balloon ride Ambulance upon landing “All downhill from here!”
G. Pearson
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Bound Feet & Giuseppe Zanotti Dreams
My feet went stark numb Finally my lids could close Fast asleep with pain.
G. Pearson
art, beauty, beauty is pain, cause and effect, daily haiku, Daily Poetry, daily writing, earthly pleasures, fashion, Giuseppe, gpoy, guiseppe zanotti, haiku, heels, high fashion, high heels, life lessons, love, Micro Poetry, numb, pain, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, self-care, shoes, short story, Writing -
Stand Alone
Ambivalence stings. For wolves, it’s neutrality. Give me space to think.
G. Pearson
Christian writing, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, dogs, eden, gpoy, haiku, Hiatus, inspiration, jungle, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, metaphor, Micro Poetry, mood, nature, nature writing, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, self-improvement, short story, social distance, wolves, Writing -
See Ya Next Sabbath
I’m fucking upset! Spiritual wakening… Rarer than half mil!?!!!!
G. Pearson
anxiety, art, cause and effect, Celibacy, Christian writing, Christianity, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, death, dreams, drinking, earthly pleasures, emotional, escapism, faith, free form poetry, gpoy, haiku, hell, Hiatus, inspiration, Jesus, life and death, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, love letter, memories, metaphor, Micro Poetry, mood, nature, pandemic, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, romance, secret love, self-care, self-help, self-improvement, short story, social distance, stress, temptation, tumblr, Writing, writing prompt -
Would Old Posts Die Out
Should beasts eat their tail! Venom… years later, at will Old posts… not yet dead
G. Pearson
art, art and artist, art theory, art v artist, art vs artist, cancel culture, cause and effect, Censorship, comedy, covid 19, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, Dave Chappelle, Facebook, freedom of speech, gpoy, haiku, inspiration, Joe Rogan, life lessons, life of a writer, metaphor, Micro Poetry, nostalgia, pandemic, poem, Poem Of The Day, puzzles, repost, self-help, self-improvement, short story, Social Media, Spotify, tumblr, Twitter, Writing -
No Time To Think: A Princess Charming Adventure
If love is a hotel… And my love is on the top floor… What gets me in the door? To the front desk? On the elevator? With a key to the top floor? (Of course that floor is locked and guarded by fearsome goons.) To the same room on the top floor? And into his…
G. Pearson
adventure, art, cause and effect, Celibacy, Christian writing, daily writing, dreams, emotional, escapism, free form poetry, gpoy, inspiration, life and death, love letter, love story, metaphor, mood progression, Prince Charming, princess, Princess charming, questions, romance, romantic fiction, secret love, short story, temptation, tumblr, Writing -
Writer Who Does Not
Writer who does not: Separate island, stale wind No thought, words, sound, life…
G. Pearson
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The Starting Over
I stir the cream into my coffee. The sky is lit with the moon and it keeps me awake enough to race with my thoughts. “Compatible,” I think. I keep getting hit with this word when I least want to hear it. When I make a play for permanence, the other party starts their doubts.…
G. Pearson
anxiety, art, cause and effect, Christian writing, creative nonfiction, daily writing, depression, destress, drinking, emotional, escapism, faith, gpoy, Hiatus, inspiration, life and death, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, love letter, mood, mood progression, pandemic, questions, romance, secret love, self-help, self-improvement, short story, social distance, stress, temptation, Twitter, Writing