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Update

Published June 8, 2017 by atirahjewel

  I haven’t posted on here for long over a year, but I haven’t been absent. I feel like my days on this site are passed and I have decided to make it inactive. I will be leaving the page up of course, I have too much work on here to delete the entire site and I’m too lazy to transfer it, but I will no longer be posting any new poetry to this site. I started this blog in 2010 with some poems that I wrote when I was fairly young and as went on and my style changed and evolved my posts had become increasingly sporadic, I felt as if my work didn’t fit in on this blog anymore. I am no longer “Lil’ Red Writing Hood”. I had been considering closing it at the end of 2014 but didn’t. Instead I created a new domain, but I never used it because I wasn’t sure how to go about transitioning over to it, I’m still not sure truth be told. But as I said, though I haven’t posted anything I haven’t been absent from WordPress. I have set up a new domain that will serve as my main site from now on while this will serve as a secondary site and archive. Thank you to everyone who followed me and took the time to read my work and encourage my writing journey over the past 7 years. I hope you will continue to support me and be apart of my journey.

Thank you,

Atirah Jewel

  You can follow my new blog here: Speaks of Senseless Things

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Changes

Published October 21, 2014 by atirahjewel

We’ve come to a turning point,

A place where we are made to move on

From where we are now.

A wonderful new opportunity,

To grow, to evolve,

From whatever it is we now are.

And yet,

I wish we didn’t have to leave this place.

I wish we could stay here and live,

Like we have lived for so long.

That whatever change is approaching,

Is but a dream I am dreaming.

Because here, time exists at a standstill;

Not ever really moving or changing.

Here is a place draped in feelings,

And with memories existing in

Every scent, every corner, every glance.

Because of these that have always been,

I am able to recreate my

Most recent years and thoughts.

To make myself feel the same as I once did,

As I sat in the same place I do now,

Giving the unhealthy illusion no time has really passed at all.

I am trapped inside an asylum of mind,

And no matter how much I focus on making new,

Old memories lurk against every wall,

And are attempting to be relived,

Because here, nothing is ever different,

Here, nothing is moved.

Here, I am able to remain that little girl I once was,

In love with the idea that nothing ever has to change.

And that is exactly why,

In these moments passing,

And in the future to come,

Nothing can be allowed to remain the same.

 

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by Atirah Jewel