Gabriella Gorecki

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I am a writer, and appreciate the support given so far but my creative ...

Analysis of Heartstrings by Genevieve Volz

Heartstrings by Geneviève Volz is a deeply emotional, raw exploration of heartbreak, healing, and the human condition. The poetry collection, alongside its evocative illustrations, offers an intimate, vulnerable account of the author's journey. As a reader, you’re invited to leap...

Living with Autism: A Different Lens

What is Autism? According to the National Institute of Mental Health, autism spectrum disorder is a neurological and developmental disorder that affects how people interact with others, communicate, learn, and behave. For me, my development was at a general pace or faster (in curren...

Last Christmas

A year ago, I missed the snowy grounds I once stomped on. Today I miss the triumph family creates when brought together on a joyous day. A haven to be with on a day meant for gathering. Last year, the cold decided to bite itself into me and nip at my fingers and toes. Nothing around me not even a...

Glowa do gury! I naprzud.

My world had crumbled before my father spoke. The day I had experienced included typical numb-crushing events. The loss of a job and a friend. Both were not exactly dream material, but having them meant a lot. For others, it might be another day and things eventually will fix themselves, but for ...

Daffodils

I’ve only been given daffodils disguised as roses. At first, I couldn’t tell the difference. The deep crimson smudged slightly into my skin. Thought it was funny, now I beat the man silly when given me the disguised flowers. The yellow peaks through. I love yellow, but not this time. It doesn...

Finally a poem and not a poet

Before the first verse caught my eyes

Warmth surged beneath my skin, a rise.

Fingers brushed so gently to paper

And skin–a depth that pulls a savor.

In the reflection of your words, I find my song,
A melody that dances where daydreams swell,
My lips hold...

For the artists pt.2

A man’s inner thoughts by a woman who has been hurt

Perhaps it is time. Where the minutes turn into hours your longing is easy to pick up on. It falls off though. I sent enough signs for you, in hopes that you would show up on my doorstep, drenched in lust. There were formidable actions I truly wanted to pursue with you, as your aura is enticing. ...

Aching

Nine Days

A man of the land believes he is failing in love with a mermaid.

Day One

When you came into my life, you were all dawned in white. A dress that reflected the innocent color, baring your purity. Unfortunately, there are little rips bigger than they appear. Around the edges,...

Across the Bridge

On my first mourning, I knew another side existed.

Ethereal and beautiful I knew wherever they go it’ll be wonderful.

For the concept of time and age that poor soul knew it wanted to stop.

In a deep slumber, I came across a bridge seeing the past skip by.

A st...