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January | 2015 | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. January 30, 2015. September 16, 2015. Whenever I drive, no matter what song is seeping its way through the stereo or scenic route I decide to take, all I seem to think about is you. You are my greatest inspiration whether it’s ink on paper or oil on a canvas. I don’t know how but you release the creativity held within me every time I think of you. Now you are barely a memory in the back of my mind. Follow The Lost Writer on WordPress.com.
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Light to Darkness | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. July 26, 2016. July 27, 2016. Illustration by Phelinne Levi. Can you see me here. I can’t see you over there. Thought you’re everywhere. Posted in a form of poetry. My thoughts on Social Media. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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About | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. I’m a reader, writer, mixologist, photographer, and a free spirit! I enjoy reading the works of many authors; especially Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle, and Emily Dickinson. I extremely enjoy anything related to the history of the Medieval and Renaissance periods. 2 thoughts on “ About. July 21, 2016 at 5:37 pm. Wow the font is teeny tiny…. Liked by 1 person. July 21, 2016 at 6:46 pm. Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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I am Shakespeare | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. April 21, 2016. May 4, 2016. As he looked up at the clouds in the sky,. Overwhelmed became he and started to cry. He then looked down and buried his face,. Holding on to their last embrace. He drew her in and softly whispered in her ear,. 8220;O’ my beloved please remember me -for I am Shakespeare.”. Posted in a form of poetry. A Ballad about Autumn. 2 thoughts on “ I am Shakespeare. May 31, 2016 at 12:47 pm. Your work is impressive! Liked by 1 person.
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Think Of You | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. January 30, 2015. September 16, 2015. Whenever I drive, no matter what song is seeping its way through the stereo or scenic route I decide to take, all I seem to think about is you. You are my greatest inspiration whether it’s ink on paper or oil on a canvas. I don’t know how but you release the creativity held within me every time I think of you. Now you are barely a memory in the back of my mind. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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August | 2016 | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. August 3, 2016. August 11, 2016. Photograph taken by Phelinne Levi. Last Friday night I found myself driving around until I ended up at this little hole in the wall. I walked in and the bartender asked me if I was okay? 8221; I remember thinking. Where am I even going? 8221; I asked aloud. Follow The Lost Writer on WordPress.com. Edge of Humanity Magazine. The BRENT and Naomi blog. Poetry (and occasional prose) by brittany hope. Caillen James - Author.
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Open your mouth | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. July 27, 2016. July 27, 2016. Photograph taken by Phelinne Levi. Love is within you. Time to let it out. Let it be known. From the deepest valleys. To the highest mountains. These feelings you possess. Don’t hide it anymore. For the person before your eyes. May not continue to wait. And alone you’ll be left. So open your eyes. No need to be scared. Just let it out. Posted in a form of poetry. 2 thoughts on “ Open your mouth. July 27, 2016 at 9:57 am.
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May | 2016 | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. May 4, 2016. June 28, 2016. It drives me to make another cocktail in hopes that it would suppress my emotions, but no, the feelings stay and I continue typing away. May 3, 2016. July 20, 2016. I sure hope she’s on the other side of this door today. My thoughts faded away as I notice her looking up at me from her espresso machine with those bright eyes, “Hey there! How are you doing on this lovely Monday morning? Why did I say that? Poetry (and occasiona...
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Anywhere but here | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. August 3, 2016. August 11, 2016. Photograph taken by Phelinne Levi. Last Friday night I found myself driving around until I ended up at this little hole in the wall. I walked in and the bartender asked me if I was okay? 8221; I remember thinking. Where am I even going? 8221; I asked aloud. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Edge of Humanity Magazine.
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PhelinneLevi | The Lost Writer
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I yearn for the hurt that being a writer can bring. August 3, 2016. August 11, 2016. Photograph taken by Phelinne Levi. Last Friday night I found myself driving around until I ended up at this little hole in the wall. I walked in and the bartender asked me if I was okay? 8221; I remember thinking. Where am I even going? 8221; I asked aloud. July 27, 2016. July 27, 2016. Photograph taken by Phelinne Levi. Love is within you. Time to let it out. Let it be known. From the deepest valleys. So open your eyes.