when my world stops

A Writer's Soul

When the world stops, and these monsters crawl from the ugliest of hearts,

That’s where I know I’ll find you , Buried in the most vulnerable parts of me,

Ready to take on that world when I want to hide. Though you won’t let me hide for long, but just long enough to heal, remove the salt from these wounds and fight again,

Because you know I could never stay down for that long.

But for now, you’re here and thats all I need. Hold me tight, drown out the worry and pain with that song you used to sing to me, when the world was at its breaking point.

Then I can say to you, thank you. Thank you for carrying me through, for holding my hands and never letting go. For being my constant in this world and hopefully the next.

Thank you for training me to fight…

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Don’t Judge

chester maynes

we look beyond
too far from

mistakes and we
tend to cross

boundary by
saying too much

one’s imperfections,
blowing out

We often forget that

is another chance
for that person to

change and we close
our minds and end up

And we hurt someone’s feelings.
And we ruin a relationship.

we can only understand,listen
more, and look for the good side,

bad things will be


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What Name

Heartstring Eulogies

“And I wonder about you.
If there’s a reason you haunt me.”

No matter what I try, my mind lingers to you. In the dead of night, I can hear you whispering through the trees, echoing through the chambers in my heart, as if they’re one and the same. And I wonder about you. If there’s a reason you haunt me. If there’s anything I can do to rid my thoughts of you. But I suppose that’s what my problem is. How can I banish you when I don’t even know your true name?

Is it Love? Pain? Or is it Death? I’m not sure I want to know.

© Sarah Doughty

Either way, I think I’m screwed.

I want you to think about this piece. Reread it. Let it simmer.
Death does not call out like a lost lover.
But someone that is lingering at the edge,
wondering about…

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Heartstring Eulogies

“You left once. So even if you tried
to come back, I wouldn’t trust that you’d stay.”

Maybe you only see yourself and leech love from other people until you leave them behind as empty husks with their hearts ripped from their chests. Or maybe you don’t realize the light you cast into this world. How you can light up someone’s life and the way you make them feel when you are around. And then the moment you leave, nothing is the same. The world is a little darker, that feeling of warmth and joy turns to cool numbness. I’d like to hope for the latter, but I’ve been wrong before. But now, it doesn’t matter. You left once. So even if you tried to come back, I wouldn’t trust that you’d stay.

© Sarah Doughty

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ChinHooi Ng's Poetic Notes


crystal clear

cultivates lives

benefits all thing and expects nothing

in return


kind and soft

soundlessly moistens a scenery

breeding a natural landscape


cleanses all things

has a cleansing instinct

to turn dirt into purity


all over the wilderness

with its benevolent conduct

doing good to all beings

be like water

with a mind of vale

the inner peace

and harmony

like a drop of water

let the heart shine

to refract the brilliant rays of sun

let it shine.

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The meat and potatoes, essentially, is “no.”

[That Which is] To Herself

1*ST6GlN-wTgiPZGrquhdk3g Scott Simmerman “The Square Wheels Guy”

The brain is green, according to Charles Duhigg in The Power of Habit.  It likes to save and conserve energy and as a result, “[the brain] allows us to stop thinking constantly about basic behaviors.” If you’ve ever tried waking up an hour or two earlier and found this challenging, this is because of a “habit forming loop” embedded within the brain. “When a habit emerges, the brain stops fully participating in decision making, It stops working so hard, or diverts focus to other tasks. So unless you deliberately fight a habit – unless you find new routines – the pattern will unfold automatically.”

bob-dylan-by-milton-glaser-1960s 1966 poster of Bob Dylan by Milton Glasser

In the month of New Year’s resolutions we vow change our bad habits. And yet, we often fail and promise the same ones in the following year. Duhigg believes that we must…

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Becoming a Wolf In a Lions Den on Wall Street

[That Which is] To Herself

I have become like a wolf on Wall Street. I seek stories with unquenchable thirst, rather than deals.

Showing up to a company party in The Trump Building on Wall Street, it unexpectedly ends up being an intimate gathering between coworkers.

Clearly I don’t belong here, but luckily as a journalist I always belong, I always have opportunity with the power of a pen.

Cutting through the fog of internal discomfort is enabled by a goal, to explore the folks of NYC in their habitats. Conveniently, here I am in the ferocious territory of the wolves, I can’t let this one pass me by.

I’m feeling uncomfortable at first being one of the only girls, not to mention the only person who does not work on at this company. Yet my curiosity takes over and I inquire about their workday. Through being a journalist I can become a part of…

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