Rebe

Writing is therapeutic for me. I write to express and not to impress. I hope to become a best selling author someday. I also hope that my writings will encourage and inspire others.

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Rebe

Writing is therapeutic for me. I write to express and not to impress. I hope to become a best selling author someday. I also hope that my writings will encourage and inspire others.

Writings

Followers

Following

The Park

Rebe

3 min read

As I sat on a park bench feeding pigeons and people watching, I was alarmed to see what appeared to be an image of an angel. His face was smooth, radiating, & without blemish. His eyes held a captivating ocean blue color. His naturally, relaxed smile, somehow bubbled over with joy. He walked with such a confident stride, that one would think he’d been a general in the military at some point in his...

Starting A Garden

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1 min read

Starting a garden that grows fresh fruit & veggies depends on heavy dosages of sun

Care must include clean water, unrestricted air, and good soil

The skill to grow a successful garden can be both resourceful and tons of fun

Neglect of the things aforementioned can lead to disaster and hard toil

April is a great time to consider, learn, and assess how things grow

Its the perfect season to collect ...

Is This A Sign?

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1 min read

Hey there,

This is kind of awkward but you crossed my mind. I listened to our, I mean, a song that I know we both used to love. So many wonderful memories. I hope you are well. How’s your daughter? I know that we’ve had our share of issues concerning family but please know that I care about her well-being. I may have over-reacted and said some things that I shouldn’t have but I think that my desp...

Be Still

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1 min read

Be still my child

Come and rest right here

Take a deep breath and let me dry your tears

Be still my child

Just let it all go

Rest your tired body and go with the flow

Be still my child

No need to fight against your rest

Sleep is not your enemy but a friend at best

Be still my child

Go ahead and close your eyes

Dreams of unicorns, ice cream, and apple pie

Be still my child

You have nothing to ...

Dopomohty

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1 min read

I stare dazed, amazed, and full of wonder

The air appears thick and the clouds speak thunder

Video footage of despair and blood mixed tears

The sound of loud, piercing screams laced with dread and fear

Dopomohty! Dopomohty!

These are the cries that I hear and see

Witnessing broken limbs, disarrayed bodies, and anarchy

Blue and yellow flags wave through the air

I attempt to pinch myself to awak...

Poetry

Overanalyzing Again

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2 min read

Uh oh. I knew I should have waited until the footsteps sounded further away before turning this corner. Ok, be cool. Make eye contact but don’t stare. Thank you God that I’m wearing a mask or he’d be able to see this silly smirk on my face. Breathe in…breath out…Stay cool. Stay calm. Relax, Relate, Release!

“Good Morning!”

Why did I just scream that out! He probably thinks I’m nuts. Stay cool. ...

Revive

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1 min read

The smell of fresh rain after a scorched day

A baby’s laughter after grief and dismay

Feeling delight and relief during those moments

It’s the best way to describe your effects and atonement

Atonement from the distressed night of laying awake

Tossing, turning, and fighting until daybreak

My bags show up at your place as souvenirs of last night’s event

But your caramelized perfume always provides ...

Poetry

Delayed Reaction

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3 min read

I told my brother not everyone found his stupid pranks funny. He didn’t listen. He was always stubborn as a mule and hard headed as our Madear would often say. Madear would also say that “a hard head, makes a soft behind”.

My name is Macy and I have a brother named Mark. As kids, Mark would often go too far with a joke. He’d take it so far that it would sometimes cost him good friendships. This w...

Pranked To Promotion

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1 min read

Cassie absolutely loved the fact that sitting in highway traffic was one less issue of concern, but Chicago’s winters were absolutely brutal. While she knew that she could still drive to work, she absolutely despised heavy traffic and the high gas prices associated with driving more than cold winters, so to work she flew. By the time she made it into the office, her wings were frozen solid with ic...

Playtime

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1 min read

My name is Samuel. I sleep in my mommy’s bed alot. Her bed is huge! Mommy always holds me and reads to me at night and sometimes in the daytime. Especially, since I can’t go outside and play with my friends right now. Mommy says that as soon as my foot gets better, I can go out to play and hang out with my friends. It makes me sad that I can’t go out and play. I don’t like being by myself but momm...