You can't break up with a soul mate
loving a writer is only for the strong,
the ones who care to stare
at the sky with you. or at a locked door.
you refuse to open. and this is why
love remains crazy. undefined. unbearable.
irrational. because loving a writer
has no rules. it’s like seeing the
world for the very first time.
from my book of poetry “Love & Vodka”
Writer of poetry, prose, and creative nonfiction.
Tales of connections, food and a sense of belonging.
The key is to always continue... ©️
I want to share globally my literal mentality and attempt to adjust your moral compass!
First person stories: putting people first.
A mix of manic episodes, depressive tears and suicidal triumphs to fill your mind and inspire your spirit.
confessional, surreal, romantic.
/ˈōlēō/: a miscellaneous collection of things.
Fine art, abstract art, contemporary art.
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. Anton Chekhov #writing, #poetry, #quotes, #prose #etc
fears + futures + phantasmagorical + funsized
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"I do not write these things to make you ashamed, but to admonish you as my beloved children" 1 Corinthians 4:14 Copyright © Kayla Rivers All Rights Reserved
Humanity. Divined.
haunting and horrific poetry and fiction since 2017
Hunting for literary treasure since 2016
Writing & art helping hearts of all sizes
I will stare at the sky with you dear friend … your poetry brave and beautiful …💜
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Thank you 😊 your words make my day complete. Bless your spirit.😘❤️️🍒
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So very true!
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Much love for agreeing!! ❤️️
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You are right dear Christina. People who love the words, the road and the freedom to test life. Love is secondary.
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Indeed, and sometimes detrimental.
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I stopped my wild journey years ago. Kids are older now. I still wish to travel to war zones, new countries and leave everything behind. I would love to write the truth. To touch the truth. The yearning of writing . Never ends.
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