#wintrywritings

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This is Little Miss April or a concept of what she looks like

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The great bear will blow my kite away, there it goes. Drifting in between the soft clouds that part their way for the gliding kite. I chase after it. It has all of my memories, after all. Each kite I hand-made is riddled with abstract thoughts of my life. Even though eventually I will permanently forget them all. My family, friends, my sister. May the great bear spare my soul, as I do not want to forget. I want to know everything, I want to know the exact detail, the way her chest stopped falling up and down and the doctors calling her time of death. The way her hands were blue. I do not want to forget. I cannot forget, as I, the kite-maker will forever be attached to these memories until the day death comes to collect me.

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Writing about a polar bear who delivers snow to places where snow doesn’t usually make a year round like colder areas.

Transcript: The polar bear delivered snow to neighborhood to neighborhood. Their heavy snow-filled paws introduced awe-filled kids to a new magical wonder; bringing snow to places where natural snow does not fall down. It’s strong cold air as it strides past leaves a long-lasting result. It’s occasional miracle striking thousands as they smile ear to ear.

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I am a little boy who is lost in the ocean drowning and no sounds are coming out. Send me a bottle with a letter of reassurance to tell me someone is coming for me

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New wave of what is real and what is not. Hold a gun to my head, and beg to make something unreal ‘real’ What about a lullaby of a heart? A good chosen beat for the sleepy. Pits and acorn stuck in my throat, and I try to get them out. Hacking, spitting, hurling. Get this disease out of me…It’s stuck, glued to my esophagus.

I have an ache in my stomach I cannot get rid of. It creeps on me, and makes me vulnerable. Nauseous, and dizzy. Cursing my brain with such negativity, that I cannot seem to focus on the better parts of life. Instead I hear this high pitch siren in my ear. It hums a tune, and my vision becomes blurry. All I think of is death, I cant wait to cut myself, I can’t wait to stab myself in the stomach, overdose on medication. Pain that distracts me from my own mind.

Polar bears climb into my brain and are like worker bees. Fixing my brain in ways that make it fuzzy, difficulty in thinking, but it so quiet and so peaceful. I dream everyday and I surround myself with people who actually care about me. Leaving those who hurt me, or just treat me like shit. Life is okay, and I am okay

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Made a song! Check it out!