CREATIVE WRITING Dear Abi 

#DearAbi Make My Heart a Home

Dear Abi, I’ve been struggling to write this letter, over the past week, as the words don’t seem to make it from my heart to the screen anymore. It’s like every time I sit down to write, a dark fog clouds the clarity of my thoughts and whatever’s written doesn’t convey the truth of what I really want to say. Music seems to be my only escape of late. Long hours are spent browsing the internet for songs, both familiar and new. The rest of the time is spent jamming…

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CREATIVE WRITING Dear Abi 

#DearAbi This Broken Heart of Yours

Dear Abi, I am fighting the urge to start this with an apology because I know you would hate that. As you say, guilt is an unnecessary burden and one should never apologize for moving on. Each person’s path leads them to where they’re suppose to be and sometimes that path leads us away from those who are closest to us. Kahlil Gibran said it best, “If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.” Cause I don’t wanna…

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#DearAbi Losing Friends

Dear Abi, Friendships are a fragile thing. The foundations might be made of stone but a bigger percentage of the house is just made of glass and wood. How easy it seems to break or set this house on fire. They might have the allure of a bush of roses but in there lies some sharp thorn ready to jolt you back to reality when you get too comfortable. Humans are to err as much as they are to disappointments. Life is a series of constant changes but for some of…

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#DearAbi I love, You love

Dear Abi, Somewhere at the end of John Legend’s Evolver I found a song. One of those whose lyrics speak to your soul like only it would. Like the artist passed through a crossroad, that you now share, and the moment became perfectly captured in the song. Careful this time, broken promises linger in our mind The devil is in the details they say. The same details I’ve somehow chosen to forget. It could be construed as a defense mechanism or something in the same vein as selective amnesia. Either…

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#DearAbi Golden

Dear Abi, Sometimes I drop into a deep abyss of darkness, caught in a mental whirlpool where for those few seconds I can’t see the future and all but forget the past. But the present is like the dark side of the moon. Some would call me bipolar, some would say moody but you always had the thought to ask me what is wrong. I never told you about this habit where I startle at 2am in the morning from my deepest of slumbers in the hope that one day…

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#DearAbi The Scientist

Dear Abi, I’ll never fall in love again. That is my new mantra. The definition of love has become too confusing and even though most of my poems are about love, I don’t seem to have my thoughts wrapped around it yet. I keep telling the boys that am done chasing tails, telling tales and waiting for tell tell signs of there being something more. I guess am too much of a romantic to fall in love. And ironically don’t believe in love at first sight. I want a deeper…

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CREATIVE WRITING Dear Abi 

#DearAbi Marvin’s Room

Dear Abi, I write you this letter as ‘Ain’t no sunshine’ blazes through the speakers. Something about the song reminds me of when we meet and, in some dark twist of deja vu, of when you left. Think I’ll play ‘Hey there Delilah’ next. So how have you been? Funny I ask when I can easily text you. But I think technology is romance’s arch nemesis. So I want us to go back to basics. Pen and paper. In hindsight, you can correlate the death of romance with the emergence…

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CREATIVE WRITING Dear Abi 

#DearAbi If you don’t wanna love me

Dear Abi, Would you rather stay with the one you love hoping they will love you back or would you stick with one who loves you and learn to love them back? This is the paradox of love. I have loved and I have been loved, been in love and had my heart broken into pieces. It seems a constant cycle of tales re-lived, passions ignited which fade just as fast. I remember the day we first met like it was yesterday. Remember the day you left like it was…

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