Radiance By Nia Rose It's not just her golden skin or luminous smile that pulls you in. Not even her eyes, so mystifying and warm, like a mug of coffee you all but melt into. It isn’t the way she struts down the street like she owns it, nor the sunlight that follows her like a relentless shadow. It's her simple grace, her quiet yet powerful presence that always leaves you breathless and craving more. She is pieced together so delicately, like a puzzle made from diamonds. She is fueled by the never-ending curiosity of her mother, and the same surge of passion that coursed through her father's veins. She also holds the gentle touch of her grandfather and speaks with the sharp-witted tongue of her grandmother. She is adventure. She is freedom. Her heart is turbulent, but once she lets you in, it’s yours forever. So you see, it’s hard to pinpoint what makes her so radiant because she is everything.
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Glass Prison By Nia Rose I'm thinking of you as I drag my body out of the cocoon and attempt to start my day. It feels like a cosmic joke, starting a new day you’ll never know. I still feel shivers down my spine and wonder if it's you, or if I'm simply yearning for you so deeply, my mind has imagined a version of your touch. My bones feel denser than lead, and more damaged than my spirit. It’s as if each cell of my being has been infiltrated with thick virulent venom. The stickiness coats my throat, making it hard to catch my breath most days. I’ve lost a lot, which means I had a lot to lose, and I suppose I should find some solace in that. Still, I can't help but feel as though everything that remains in my life is on display within a glass prison, “Do Not Touch” signs littered throughout. I fear that if my essence makes contact with those delicate walls, they will shatter into a thousand sharp pieces, leaving me with even less. For this reason, I make myself small enough so I never reach the edge.
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Mirror of Truth By Nia Rose You spend your days wearing the face of others. Oh, what a monumental power to possess. With you, there are no gimmicks. You shine a light on the unadulterated truth. I suppose that’s your cross to bear. Is that why you’re so fragile? Is that the reason your smooth exterior shatters so easily? Surely you’re aware of the potency your candidness holds. You may shine a light on reality, but the truth is that our minds interpret what our eyes see, and more often than not, imagination blends with actuality. We are such funny creatures, only gazing upon our diluted truths. How tiring it must be to see the way everyone falsifies their truest selves. You never had any choice but to sit with this knowledge. I suppose that’s your cross to bear.
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