Trina Writes
Reflecting, Crafting and Drafting Narratives
Stories begin with curiosity. I started writing because I wanted to explore the stories within everyday life—the quiet moments, small details, and observations that often pass unnoticed.
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Best advice?
Nobody’s coming for you. In other words: depend on yourself, and don’t always look for others to figure it out for you. Read more ⇢
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Orphan Thoughts
The cat is unusually quiet today; she is typically talkative. I see her fixed on something outside—it’s a crow. My little furry predator lies like the Sphinx, keeping her eye… Read more ⇢
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imagine neverland
If she had a parent, would she allow her way?If she had a place,would she be content to stray?A child-like Peter Panin his Never-Never,Neverland. With no guidance,the dreams remain unrealized.Those imaginary… Read more ⇢
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Nature’s Twisted Mess
The sound that can’t find me,alone in the room,a consumption of emptiness,no longer reminds me of you,a degree of hallowthat envelopes me too I long for the voidthat comfortsin twine.I… Read more ⇢
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Pieces
Pieces of me chip, chipping away.like paint from a forgotten wall,unseen, they drift, flake and fall.Not to you,Not to them,But to me. I’m devoted to peeling,tearing backthe uncultivated,the uncharted,Parts of… Read more ⇢
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astray
Remind me of the love that I create. Tell me the story so it’s not too late. They take our memory they hoard our past forget the future we knew… Read more ⇢
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raspberries
The raspberries taste like home, transporting me back to a place that’s no more. The memory is tied up with the happenings, knoted into a bow. I remember the path.… Read more ⇢
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Things that Fall Away
Leaving today will bring the tears. Tomorrow arrives, where is the sorrow? All the things we didn’t know, is leaving without warning. A loss, they say, implies a found. You… Read more ⇢
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Power of Nothingness
Nothing—ness operates this shell of mine. The emptiness, flooding useless chatter. The mindless narratives morph into chaos. The voices are not ours, our mind is their power. They imitate we… Read more ⇢
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Habital
The beauty before us, the lies suffocating the truth, secrets hoarded by the moon. These are the things that preoccupy the mind, making the prison so comfortable and Divine. The… Read more ⇢