Openminded Stories

'ហេតុអី...?' 'ខ្ញុំអន់ជាងគេត្រង់ណា?' 'ប្រាប់មួយម៉ាត់បានទេ?' - Hyunsuk

Everything is inside

Poetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.

My opinions...my choice... Deep to read ...right to say.. Hard to realize but...try to understand!

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What is good to you? What's bad? What's right? What's wrong? What doesn't matter?

hanya luahan seorang insan..

People use to tell me to Have an open mind. I didn't really get what that means. But all I know is my whole life,I have been feeling like Im missing something...A part of me...

Whispered tales of flash fiction, short stories, and small pieces, etc. All stand alone but could go on pieces. All different sorts of genre, so pick whichever you desire. ... If you wish to see more of any tale comment and I'll see what I come up with! Theses are pieces I did for my creative writing class. Each piece will have the skill we practiced in the class and the number of words. I'm open for criticism too.

Just some scribblings of my thought process while I journey from Christianity to Agnosticism. Perhaps you can resonate with this.

he was man's paragon of an exemplary citizen, the epitome of untouchable grace which illustrated the morals of the everyman. he was the backbone of a nation, a universe. he was the life support of a wilting world. she was an evolving plague, a poor excuse for a citizen. she was the nonconformist freak... freak... freak... she was the kidney or appendix of said structure. she could listlessly and with no afterthought be replaced with someone better, worthier. he was held highly on a pedistol of lies and deception... he was blind. she was shoved, trampled, ignored... but, her eyes were wide open. he walked with a thick, erect stature, exhibiting his shiny badges, service badges and other colorful insignia. she stood on the outside, advertising her signs of meaningful protest. he represented armed forces. she represented a peaceful people. he believed in equality... for some, the others were not his to deal with, they were the government's property. she believed in equality for all. he was everything she was a little bit of everything

He is demanding. I cannot give his commands. we rarely have contact to each other. If someone ask me how many days or weeks does he stay, I can probably tell the exact answer. Yes, we love each other, but only words without action makes you doubt. We vowed in front of God and everyone special to us but, why? Is it really my fault? Or he' s just too demanding?

This piece was actually a freestyle poem I did during my time being a part of the queer art camp this summer that just passed It was a really a dope opportunity to really think outside of the box and just become more creative! I do not own copy rights to the pictures I have used

Why do we not see things for what they are!?.

Letters or Prose and Poetry, whatever you want to call it about people who have become important in my life. People that made me cry , made me laugh , and made me love. Read my story and tell me yours.

The right door for you will open without even knocking, Now turn the page.

A very q u e e r book

I woke up one morning and looked at the sunrise then I wrote this