Creativity
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In my creative journey, I’ve often found myself deeply drawn to the essence of femininity, which appears as a recurring theme in my work. This attraction goes beyond simple admiration; femininity resonates with my fascination with dualities, the subconscious, and the process of transformation. In reflecting on how femininity surfaces in my writing and the
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Welcome to One Way Studios, where creativity, philosophy, and personal transformation converge. If you’re a writer passionate about exploring the depths of artistic expression and the intricate connections between art and life, you’re in the right place. We’re looking for voices that can spark thought, inspire growth, and foster a community of curious minds. Here’s
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A face carved from ancient bark, Eyes heavy with the weight of stars, In shadows deep, where green dreams spark, I stand, alone, with open scars. Branches stretch, my arms of wood, Reaching for skies that hum with light, A soul once lost, misunderstood, Now blooms beneath the quiet night. Centers pulse like hidden flames,
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A Faustian bargain, ambition’s price, Shadows of self, truth hidden in disguise. A soul’s transaction, a hollowed cry, Echoes in fog where illusions lie. A body adrift, a vessel torn, Veiled in silence, in fragments worn. Whispers of void, a mind’s lament, Dissonant voices in the abyss sent. The mirror lies, the faces split, Restless
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My body, a marionette with severed strings. I drift like a ghost through a fog of memories. I walk. This body, not mine. This soul, adrift in time. Haunting echoes hide in hollow halls. I am not here. I am not whole. I am not seen. The night breathes softly against my skin. The mirror’s
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