Timekeeper Reaper

Day 30

Write about a time.


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Tick tock, Tick Tock.

Goes the clock inside my mind.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

It’s begun itself to wind.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

Time is moving faster.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

It’s become its own master.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

Time to run for the hills.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

It has its own will.

Tick tock, Tick Tock

No time for second chances.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

It is now, or it is never.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

Clocks don’t exist forever.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

Let go of all the fear.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

The end is near.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

There’s no reason to be scared.

Tick tock, Tick Tock.

We are almost there.

-M.A. Fernández

Copyright © 2016 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved


Loaded Life

Day 29

Write about something heavy.

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In the darkness of the mind and the prosperity of light, two lovers come to life, two lovers fight. An endless battle with no clear purpose no clear hope. In the confusion of the soul, the disappointment of the heart, the commitment of the mind for something else to find. So many tricks and so few answers, more and more disasters. Hearts that are broken trying to mend, but neither will bend. There’s a clear conflict created by so many wrong ideas and numerous misconceptions on the meaning of redemption. There’s a crossroad that leads to nowhere and empty souls walking each way, you can see them starting to fade. But their dark trails are always left behind, for someone else to find. So many are lost to their dark desires, playing with fire. Leaving them hopeless and tired. And the consequences of their actions leave them torn a broken, unloved, unchosen. With the passing of time, nothing changes, because people become absent but memories remain, and the loved ones they leave behind, drag around their excessive chains, adding on to their never-ending pain. Anchors bolted to their hearts, slowly tearing them apart. Supposedly, people forgive; yet for some reason they never forget and always regret. Stuck in the past slowly dragging forward, looking back shaking like cowards. But there is no now, only then, questions that only start with when. So they drag on carrying their heavy burdens, waiting for the next perfect moment.

-M.A. Fernández

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Day 28

Write about a perfect place to you.

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Somehow I ended up in the same place, meditating on my mistakes and my desires. A place where my fears don’t exist, where I don’t have to resist. Where the sadness takes hold, where you see all the closing doors. Secrets turn to joy, despair, laughter, pain, and anger. A place where your heart beats slower and faster. The only instance where being you is not a problem, where there is no judgment and opinions. Here dominion is never an issue and it’s easier to discover hidden treasures. Dreams become reality for just a moment, and it’s a bit easier to let go of the torments. And when the darkness creeps in, you accept it with open arms because you know it will take you to a perfect dream, letting the past fade with the heavy stream.

-M.A. Fernández

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Loves Clashing Polars

Day 27

Write about something that is and isn’t, was and could be.

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Like the sun and moon they were always just a little too far from each other. Star-crossed lovers that never reached their destination.With the pain and hope of redemption. Fading comets in the night, a wish upon a hidden star. Romeo and Juliet in different worlds, different forevers. They were the soft whispers and loud thunders of the night, the breezes of March and the brutal cold of December. They were June and July, and November. They were more than what could be remembered. They were the night and day that dance together in the sunset and a new horizon. They were a newborn phoenix, risen. They were life, they were death, they were a long and short breath. They were all you’d ever want to be. They were truth and deception blending together to become a perfect gray. Their love was based on a desire to leave and to stay. They were October ,they were May.  They were everything and they were nothing, the present and the past, a future who no one knew if it could last. They were a memory, and a concrete idea; moving fast.


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I want to thank all those people that have had some type of contact with my blog the first months of the year. I may not know who you are but it means a great deal to me that you took some of your time to view my work. From Brazil, United Kingdom, Portugal, Malaysia, Spain, Australia, New Zealand, India, Canada, Denmark, Italy, Ukraine, Greece, Philippines,United Arab Emirates, Belize, Romania, Colombia,Singapore, Qatar, Puerto Rico, Peru, Mozambique, Iraq, France,Ecuador, Mexico and Argentina. Thank you all, this is for all of you.

Day 26

Write about the world.

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I sour in the sky to a better world, a world unknown. Beautiful mountains, captivating rivers. Different languages, all a new challenge to try. Socialize with others, enter their world, all about humanity. I try new foods and drink each lands juices, it’s liberating to be led by others. I stand at the edge at the world, in the border of each country, jumping to the next, because each has it’s own best. Creative people, beautiful shows, heat and snow. Oceans to cross, lands to travel, by car, by plane, stone roads leading to castles. Our world has become one, we are all together in this battle. We are overcoming the struggle. Intertwine through love and business, both risky matters. Our world uniting in marriage and battle, our babies shake their rattles. Asking for freedom to be who they want to be, we are not Mongoloid,  Caucasoid ,Australoid,  Negroid or Capoid. We are Humanity.

-M.A. Fernández

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Locked Apart

I’ve been a little on and off but finally the next day in the challenge.

Day 25

You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand. How did you get this key? What does it unlock?


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A skeleton key, I hold it in my hands, they are bleeding from where the key is firmly pressed. There is no door around me it’s just darkness and an empty space, no windows, there’s nothing. Pure black. I walk around but the space never ends. I look at the key and something about it just haunts me. And I feel it. Deep in my heart. He gave me the key. It was his first. But he gave it away. He no longer has any use for it. So I grip it tightly so it won’t be taken away, not again. Not with all the pain. Not with all the shame. I push the key into my chest and set my heart free. No one will be able to grasp it, not again. I let it all go and lock the door again. I destroy the key, if there’s nothing in my chest, maybe…maybe it’ll all turn for the best.

-M.A. Fernández

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Fair Female

I fell a bit behind because of work but let’s continue the challenge.

Day 24

Write about something that annoys you.


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I am a girl.

I shoot hoops and play baseball, I lift weights and am studying to be a personal trainer. I like sports, sew me for that. I like to be physical. I’ll challenge you to a one on one game and tell you I’ll beat you at arm wrestling. I like playing video games and watching animes. My perfect date would probably involve a picnic at the beach and then some sports. I rather go rock climbing than watch a love movie, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like them. I’d pick zip lining over a fancy dinner any day; that doesn’t mean I never want to go out to eat. I don’t feel a need to wear extra short clothes or wear makeup every day. I don’t wear flower print dresses every waking moment, I like to wear Converse, Vans, jeans, Jordan’s, polos and just plain t-shirts. I love cars and driving fast, I talk bad when I get mad and let’s be honest even when I’m not mad. I listen to rock, rap, r & b, country and any song from any genre, as long as I like it. I’m not perfect, but I’m me. I don’t need help from things I can buy at a store to be pretty, because God made me beautiful. I’m not preppy and don’t focus 100 percent on my appearance, so people say for all these things I’m queer or gay. Because being a girl somehow is related to how I dress, what I like or being fragile. I am strong, I like sports and  I still like heels, skirts, and dresses. I flip off society’s standards on what I should be, how I should act and what I should like. I’m not a tomboy just because I’m not self-centered and actually have something in my brain. Because I rather read a book or watch a show than go buy makeup or shop for clothes. I’m still a hopeless romantic and like to be told I’m beautiful. The things I like do not define the gender I like. I’ll be the way I am and still marry a great guy. I won’t seduce him with my hair twirls, mascara bold eyes or excessive laughter to his lame ass jokes. I’ll be me and he’ll love me for how I am. I’ll wear my heels to our wedding and throw on some sneakers after our honeymoon. Because society can’t tell me what or how I should be…At the end of the day no matter what I like…

I am a woman.

-M.A. Fernández

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Day 23

Write about a struggle

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There are always choices, there are always options. There’s always two. Too much to decide, too much to come in contact with. It’s overwhelming to have so much to face. Never one, always two. The complications of the heart, the confusion of the minds. Stuck in between so many paths, but time moving so fast. So unclear of the destination to which it’s heading. Not all the decisions, but life. There are so many questions and so little answers. The power of now and the hope of after. Good and not a disaster. There is so much to decide, alone or side by side.

-M.A. Fernández

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Day 22

Continue something you were once writing but stopped.

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You ask why I’m so guarded why I’ve put chains around my heart.

The real question is how can I not when all these men only want to make your legs part.

There’s no compassion for others feelings, never truly know with what you’re dealing.

Lies and deceptions are always so common. They stopped being human.

But it’s easy to complain, to point out what’s wrong.

Faking to be strong, making mistakes all the same,

passing around the blame, it all just seems like a game.

Maybe, just maybe, they’ve been played and hurt just as I.

Maybe someone also pretended with them everything was fine.

It’s just as possible they had someone special, who also lied.

Now everyone just focuses on their pride,

thinking in their minds that they really tried.

-M.A. Fernández

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We All have Our Drugs

Day 21

Write in any form you want to.

I was going to choose poetry but I decided to just free write.

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They don’t get it, they never have. The struggle isn’t  easy. “Just stop, just control yourself.” It’s easy to say right. Harder to do, to stop something you are so accustomed to. Yet there are people eating excessively, smoking, drinking, partying, lying, playing game consoles, watching tv non stop. Why? Because we all have something that is too hard to control. Maybe mine is frowned upon, but then again maybe so is  yours. Because we think an addict is the person who can’t stop the use of substances. But don’t you know that an addict is a “person who is addicted to an activity, habit, or substance.” While being addicted is simply being “devoted or given up to a practice or habit or to something psychologically or physically habit-forming.” So can they really tell me to stop when they have their addictions? If they take a minute to analyze themselves, they’ll know what I mean. I’ll work on my addiction, but they can’t forget to work on theirs. Because the flaws they see in me, are the ones that to others they show. But it’s easier to just strike a blow.

-M.A. Fernández

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