Reminders of Loss

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Nothing makes you remember quite like loss The people, the places, the things I lost my keys and my heart stopped Then a childhood friend and it broke I tried to pretend like it didn’t hurt That it had been years since childhood I became Lord over my jester feels But the flies roamed close And as soon as my back was turned They flooded my vision, reminding of loss Which has a funny way of recalling All the good times shared that now Fade to black This is for my friend Claw, who clawed his way into all hearts …
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Lovestination

Lovestination

Heartstrings, People 1 Comment

Patricia Kiwara is a complete 180 from last week’s mystery girl. And not only because she said I could use her name. She is different in the way she speaks of her past and in how she writes about her issues with self-esteem. In her account of the events that led her down the path to self-realization, she says “Campus is one of those places where learning and books are not the only things you experience” and I couldn’t agree more. The one thing I took from my university years, [apart from my love of chapo-smokie] was that you can …
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Submerged

Alcoholics Anonymous, Heartstrings, People 1 Comment

It is only fitting that this story is told today. This specific month and day. It becomes appropriate to talk about this girl today because I have saved her for so long that she began to think I had forgotten about her. She texted me yesterday, “Hey, was my story not important enough?” I think I made her feel less important by keeping her on the shelf. It was not my intention. I was waiting for the right moment. Not for me, I already know her. I have thought of her for weeks. I was waiting for you to be …
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Family is everything

Family is Everything

Alcoholics Anonymous, People 5 Comments

It didn’t make any sense to him that Monday morning. He woke up to shouting from his parents’ bedroom. His mother’s voice was louder than he had ever heard it. It sounded like she was screaming herself sore. And so he did what any teenage boy would do if he heard his mother shout. He got out of bed, went to his parents’ door and knocked once. The voice went silent. “What!” “Uh, mom? Umm… Are you okay?” The door opened. His mother was in her bathrobe, her hair a mess and his father was seated on the bed. “Why …
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Forehead kisses

Forehead Kisses

People, Random Thoughts 2 Comments

Some of the stories I write here are stories I was told months ago, and they just re-surface in my head when they think appropriate. Sometimes I start writing a story and leave it in the middle because the subject texted me at 12:07 am and asked me to not post it, and I get pissed off because I had seen how it would end. I had the whole thing planned out in my head for so long that I knew when and how each paragraph would begin and what exact words I would use to bring the story to …
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Nigtmares in the daytime

Nightmares in the Daytime

Alcoholics Anonymous, Heartstrings, People 0 Comments

Larry had hated his birthday by the time he was thirteen. He doesn’t care for it. He never gets that rush that hits on the morning of. His steps lack rhythm. It’s like any other day, he says. But it’s not, right? Who wakes up on their birthday and says it’s just a day. I mean, you can tell it to people, especially if you are like me and don’t like people to fuss over you… but there will always be something that makes you feel special about it. That ka-happiness that fills your soul when you open your eyes …
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intro Mirawu

Change

Random Thoughts 5 Comments

Hello… we are all new here. This is an introductory post to Mirawu. I don’t know what to say. It’s been a journey, literally and figuratively, to come to this moment, right here, right now, and my heart couldn’t be any fuller. I have envisioned this specific post a million times. I have written it in my head a thousand times. And now, I don’t even know what to write about. I had thought I would just post a different story today and we would get back to our system as usual, but you don’t move into a new house …
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Carina Needs Pancakes

Alcoholics Anonymous, Heartstrings, People 0 Comments

Girls are dangerous beings. They can lie through their teeth and smile at you like you are sunshine on a cloudy day. They can think thoughts so vile that they ferment fresh milk. They move mountains as mothers and break hearts while younger. Girls can be mean. They can destroy a soul so badly its restoration will be in vain. Don’t get me wrong. There are good girls out there. Girls who are roses with fewer thorns. Girls whose sole purpose is not the destruction of humankind. But these girls are a handful compared to the grains of sand with …
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Page Three

Alcoholics Anonymous, People 2 Comments

Luke’s life changed before he could even understand the meaning behind the word itself. There was no exam. No preparation for what lay ahead. Just a sudden, violent swing that pushed him into a life he had never expected to lead. But that’s the thing about life right? You just never know what happens next. He remembers being at his grandmother’s place. Luke is one of those kids whose grandparents are a 30bob fare away. Some people have it easy. If I want to see my grandparents, I have to climb up hills, go through a forest of fire, swim …
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Prisoner To Your Mother

Alcoholics Anonymous, People 6 Comments

“You can call me orange” read the email. “Like the fruit or the color?” “I was told this was where to go if I wanted to talk about my mother” Oh man. Orange must have the wrong email. But then, I thought, that would be pushing it a little far right? That there is a person out here with an email address so close to mirawuor@gmail.com that I was sent the troubles of another? “Well she drinks. I mean I do too, but she drinks like a whole lot. For breakfast, for brunch, for a midnight snack” Ah, my kind …
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27 minutes

Alcoholics Anonymous, Heartstrings, People 2 Comments

She was the kind of girl he was sure he would never get, and not only because he was years older than her. They were from different worlds. Her father had large farms and his mother had twelve children. It was doomed from the first day they saw each other. Of the twelve, he was fifth, and third among the boys, which made him among the middle children. He could get nothing. Could ask for nothing, and unless he was coughing out blood and shitting himself simultaneously, no attention was given to him. There is this perception that middle children …
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