Powerlessness

Come enjoy the intimate and emotional – Powerlessness”! See if it crept up on you too!

Heartstring Eulogies

“Before I realized it,
you became my everything.”

But that’s the thing, I am powerless to help myself — I want you. Even though I know I shouldn’t. If for nothing else than to protect my heart. You see, it was everything about you that caught me off guard. It was more than your smile, or the sound of your unguarded laugh. It was more than the brilliance of your eyes, or the way you saw me. It was more than the way you carried yourself, or the gentleness in your touch. It was more than your mind — your creativity, ingenuity, and intelligence. It was everything. Before I realized it, you became my everything. And my heart was no longer mine.

© Sarah Doughty

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On Becoming A Writer: Christine Ray

Please come and read Christine’s journey “On Becoming A Writer – Christine Ray”. I hope you will enjoy my friend’s and fellow Barista’s post!

Go Dog Go Café

An important part of every writer’s journey is the transition from seeing ourselves as “someone who writes” to seeing ourselves as writers.  We asked all the Go Dog Go Baristas to tell us a little bit about their journey as a writer.  We hope you enjoy learning more about the Baristas and are inspired by their stories.

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When you did you start writing?

I started scrawling poetry and short stories in notebooks in 4th or 5th grade and wrote regularly throughout middle school and high school. Creative writing; however, really took a back seat once I got to college. I enjoyed college! Creative writing and journaling is something that I have come back to over and over again during times of transition in my life and then would slowly drift away from it as life got busier. The only writing I did for almost 12 years was work-related…

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Closing the Door [poem]

Come and enjoy this wonderful poem about the past and letting go – “Closing The Door”

Welcome to my world.

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When you close the door on the past,

You move forward to the future,

You never know how long the peace will last,

Closing the door is hard,

Letting go of what you thought was your true path,

Part of that path will always linger,

Wondering what could have been,

But the future isn’t set,

It has yet to be seen.

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