Things I swallowed and wrote instead
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Last published Thu, Oct 24, 2019
My name is Simone and I have been in a serious love/hate relationship with my job for the last five years. I am a photographer in a private photo studio onboard a cruise ship, a job that has turned me into somewhat of a cynic after everything I have seen, heard and unfortunately been through. SO instead of living up to my name, Mona, I decided to write about my experiences. These last five years have given me a lot of honest poetry, two novels and a work in progress 'tell all' book titled "This book will get me into a lot of trouble". Today I would like to share some of my poetry accompanied by my photography with you hoping that it will awaken something in the person reading it.
I write about things that everyone will or have felt at some point in their lives. Things that are both heart-wrenchingly unfortunate or breathtaking beautiful with just a little hint of sarcasm. I write to show how irrefutably powerful emotions can be and how selfish and selfless people can be. Reading something that a complete stranger wrote but somehow feeling so close to that person by sharing the same gains or losses is a pretty powerful thing. Something I consider to be, at the risk of sounding cliche, very close to magic. I would like to provide someone with my magic when they read my work.
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When the rest of the band stepped away slightly Dalton put his arm around my waist and I thought my knees were going to buckle. I knew what I was going to do, and I needed all the courage I could muster up. As my brother's thumb goes down to take the photo I suddenly turn my head, close my eyes, and kiss Dalton right on the cheek. Dalton is known as a "rockstar" playing shows every night in the biggest cities. Juliet is a wallflower ballerina in a small town. What happened when their world collide? And what will happen when someone from Daltons life tries to take what's rightfully his? An even bigger twist, you get to decide the ending. This was originally FacFiction that I changed into a sort of kind of legitimate story. I started it in high school and my 24 year old self is trying desperately to fix it because I've written two sequels to it as an adult. I'll also be publishing them once this one is fully published. If you don't like the story, I get it, I don't really either 😅. Trigger warnings: ⚠️ Eating disorders (I've experienced) ⚠️ Bipolar disorder (I did my best on the research) ⚠️ Child abuse (I've witnessed) ⚠️ Low self esteem (I've experienced) ⚠️A bit of self harm from another character (I've experienced) ⚠️Miscarriages (I've witnessed) If there are any that I've missed feel free to let me know!
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