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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Love the Game

Day 20

Write about something you like

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I’ve missed it, I’ve missed it so much, it’s better than what I remember. The adrenaline kicks through my body and gives me the energy I didn’t even know I had. It flows out of me with so much ease. I let the ball go over and over, each time it feels just a bit better. Each time it becomes a little bit easier and the ball goes in smoothly. With the perfect force. Even when the exhaustion kicks in, I still find a motive to continue. The fun, the passion, the excitement it all drives me to play the game that I not only like, but that I love. Others might not understand the love a female can feel for the game. But I’ll love it all the same.

-M.A. Fernández

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Lost Star

Day 19

Write a poem with the word star in it.

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He is everything and he is nothing. Want more but only get something. The scraps and crumbs of faded conversations. Wishing for sentences that fill whole books and not just pages. Libraries filled with infinite rows of a love that only grows. But we’re wishing when there are no shooting stars when reality couldn’t set us more apart. All odds are far from in our favor, time seems like it has stopped forever when you’re waiting for something that will never come. Yet there’s still hope for what might become. Damn hope always anchoring itself in private properties. Respects no limits, breaks all boundaries and it does so, so loudly. Yet no matter what hope might make you feel, at the end what matters is what’s real.

-M.A. Fernández

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After All

Day 18

Free Write don’t think about it just write.

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I’ve wanted to talk about it for so long and here it is. I’m scared shitless but there’s no other way to feel. I feel the words coming out, but I’m just thinking of how everything I say can just ruin this moment. We love each other that’s clear, or is it? Maybe it is to me, maybe it has always been clear to me. But maybe it’s just been clear to me. I’ve been fighting for it so long I don’t know if I want it cause it’s real, or I’m just used to the fight. But then again no one makes me feel this way, not one other person in the world. It has always been so unique and that’s what I love about it. Yet the fear always creeps in, is it my fear or is it his? Maybe he can feel my fear and that’s why he shows his. Is there a possibility that we are just both afraid of losing each other? We want each other so bad, but we want to make sure it works. Life just wouldn’t be the same without the other. So we speak, but we come to no conclusion. We want it, that much is clear, but it seems like we’re just not meant to get what we want. Is the world such a cruel place, that it pulls away the most hopeful lovers? I don’t know what there’s left to do. So I think it’s my turn to wait. Wait for the love I crave so deeply to return to me. Wait for the day I will be set free.


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Rise of the Roaring Heart

Fell a day behind but I’m back.

Day 17

Write 3 Haiku’s ( An emotion, an animal, a place)



It is more than fun,

fills the deep part of the heart.

Brings bright dreams, it’s love.


I am fierce, I’m brave,

king of the jungle, always

No one can compare


I stand at the top,

I feel so brave, it’s insane,

My empire state.

-M.A. Fernández

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