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    </div><h1 id="cfbc">Don’t tell me medium writers don’t write with emotion</h1><p id="495b">I can be funny too, albeit unintentionally:</p><div id="1f60" class="link-block">
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            <h2>Is he a handyman?</h2>
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            <h2>Don’t Get Fucked Over</h2>
            <div><h3>Warning: Stay away from a woman like this. ¶

Open letter to Prussian Blue ¶

Hey, I hope none of this happens to you…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*nURHYmXFjhV82s05NrAGyg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="45b5">Can you see me here? Do you think this really happened? Or is it some bullshit fluff I spewed out to entertain the masses?</p><div id="9b6b" class="link-block">

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    </div><p id="202d">I have simply blocked the worst of the listicle authors and advice-givers. Unfollow just wasn’t cutting it.</p><p id="c178">I do hope you like my stories and I would be ecstatic if you were to respond to any of them.</p><p id="4e9e">Mother of Fuckin’ Jesus, I have pecked out a whole story on my phone and I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet.</p><p id="2085">Yes, it’s a first draft ;-).</p><p id="5d05">What? My cut-out-the-sermonizing comment got twenty views in a couple of hours?</p><p id="2000">Yes, that was a cranking-up of the shameless-self-promotion engine.</p></article></body>

POETRY

Adolescence Recalled

Free verse poetry

Photo by Leslie Jones on Unsplash

The behaviour we thought left far behind Comes crawling back in silent sultry mood To remind us its leave it did not take.

Something we all share in its experience, We all benefit and suffer from, our inner feelings, Our identities found, sometimes masked, but there. What turns us on and turns us off, a place where sexuality awaited us.

The immature mind begins the process of adult learning, And so cast’s off feelings of memory now outgrown. To set aside knowledge of its existence a stage hardly noticed, A period of development needed for the sake of growth.

We lend ourselves in times of excitement, in times of playful mood, To behaviour unconcerned with maturing attitudes, wisdom cast aside, Regressing into the once held state of experience immature.

Discarding all we have taught ourselves, unconcerned with discipline, In all of us the child yearns to play, allowing childhood moods to win over.

We have set ourselves in pride and responsibility, the tantrum now dangerous In games we play within ourselves and games we play with those around us.

Thank you Dr Mehmet Yildiz and ILLUMINATION-Curated team for giving my words a platform. Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J.

Poetry
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James G Brennan
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