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Don’t tell me how I feel.Don’t tell me how I think.Don’t take your lens, polish it with your history, and press it over my eyes like it’s supposed to fit. That’s not empathy.That’s a mirror you’re holding up and calling it a window. You say, “I know exactly what you’re going through,” but your “exactly”… Read more
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At sunset she woke, Alexandra, At last clothed in mourning black, while daylight bled away behind the world Pearls circled her throat like captured moons,and a red stone rested at her breast a quiet, polished promise of the blood she craved She was the vampire queen,merciful only in the way night can be merciful:gentle to… Read more
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The photographer catches the sunlight resting inside a dandelion’s crown, each seed a little star, each fine filament holding the morning’s promise or the last golden breath of evening The poet sees it, too: the hollow stem rising faithfully from the earth, the green leaves gathered low beneath it, the flower lifting its bright face… Read more
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It was an ordinary Louisiana day, the kind that begins quietly beneath a broad blue sky. We moved gently through our work, putting things in place, gathering what was needed, and sharing the small moments that make a day feel full. A soft breeze moved through the air, carrying the sweetness of honeysuckle and the… Read more
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https://www.rileyhundleywoodell.com/ Some people arrive like morning light, not asking the world to notice, yet every eye turns softly and every guarded heart grows open She carries beauty without claiming it, her facial features are a miracle of creation, a brightness no mirror could ever containShe’s the kind that makes you wish she were your sister,… Read more
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When the cast had cleared and the reels had stopped; She found herself resting, yet lonelyRefreshed, yet tired, suspended in a quiet trance, almost glad the long hours were over The lights had dimmed behind her, yhe voices faded into corridors, and every line she had carried Now lingered somewhere beyond her reach, she touched… Read more
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She is an earthly queen wrapped in shadow and silk, possibly a witch, possibly a vampire, possibly something older and more powerful than either There is something in her presence that feels ancient, untamed, almost holy as though she carries the light, yet darkness shines withinShe is a protector, though she does not always announce… Read more
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The house no longer holds their presence, their spot at the kitchen table, and the chair in the corner is empty, the fragrance of that person is now gone The hospital bed, along with hearts and lives are empty, and thusly a piece of the lives that loved them passes too We have memories, strong… Read more
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Words and phrases are not just sounds rolling off our tongues. It is seed, fire, and a hammer. Depending on how we use it, it can grow a field, warm a home, or burn down something that took years to build. We have become too comfortable saying, “I was just joking,” “That’s just how I… Read more
Seeing through the eyes of others
poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style
Seeing through the eyes of others 