Marysol Ramos
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The Gray Church - Part 2. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 2 The clown opened its mouth, and I noticed blood dripping from its teeth. Within that instant the adrenaline in my body helped me push myself from under the car to begin running toward the police lights. I heard the clown rush to my side of the vehicle, but I didn’t want to stop and look.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 1 “I’m sorry, Ms. Livia, but we’ve been over this. Everything you are saying makes absolutely no sense. I don’t have a son named Mark Daniels, and since I don’t have a son named Mark, I don’t know his friends Junie nor Logan.”
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Creating Equality Starts with You
Speaking to myself: Reminding my soul: Revival: You’re not in this world to change others, you’re in this world to change yourself. Your focus is not to be on others, but on yourself to learn, grow, build, care for self, and live a life that is wanted from the standards of self (we lose our individualized standards as we compare ourselves to others.) With that (focusing on your own behavior and growth) you will learn to love others, respect others, help others, understand others, and be 1 with others (instead of focusing on how others need to change/grow, you’re too busy focusing on yourself — realizing that we have a hard time controlling ourselves and there is no place for us to judge others.)
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Journal
Moss on a Log
Soul Soothing Journey Neutral. That was the word that described my thoughts and feelings. Nothing good or bad was happening. Nothing hurtful nor inspiring occurred. Life was simple and mediocre, which felt as if it were a reflection of myself. I was like bland coffee or watered down tea. Sure, I was grateful for where I was, but I also needed something different. Afterall, life is about emotions and experiences.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Poets
The Shadow in My Bedroom Window. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
There I was with my feet in the snow. Never had I felt so numb. I’m not sure what it was, but something was different. I stood outside my house that early morning looking into the window of my bedroom. There was something there, a dark shadowy figure. I couldn’t quite make out what I was seeing.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
December Snow & A Frozen Soul
Soul Soothing Journey Numb and cold was my soul as I went to work that day. Sitting in my car and waiting, I had no words to say. I didn’t want to face the world, as much as I loved everyone. Instead, I wanted to hide away and never see the sun. It doesn’t usually shine light on me, it’s either hidden or burning me so. I wish I could live like others, as if the sun is a loving friend instead of a hurtful foe.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Poets
The Misplaced Knife. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
There I was, being picked up by the FBI and then placed in a zip-lock bag labeled “evidence.” The Poetic Killer, a name given by the media, misplaced me. I’m normally tucked into a boot or placed in a backpack after the Poetic Killer commits the gruesome crime. I don’t enjoy it, but what control do I have?
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Wind & Soul
Soul Soothing Journey Wind & Soul I sat on a dark wooden rocking chair that was on the porch of a friend’s house. My friend called me over for breakfast after I sent her a message saying I was having trouble holding on. When I arrived, I walked through the front door and she embraced me in her arms. I felt a genuine love pour out of her and directly into me. The warmth of this love caused me to melt in her arms. Nothing had changed in life; at the same time it felt like all had changed in life. She walked to a table at the center of her living room and picked up a teacup. She placed it in my hands and the warmth of the cup reminded me of the hug she’d just shared with me. Her hands settled around mine as they held the teacup, she then said,
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Poets
Just a Drop of Water
Soul Soothing Journey Just a Drop of Water To exist or to not exist, that is thy question? That is always the question. The point of living always seems to be as if there isn’t one. I will die, as will others, and all we have done will truly mean nothing. We will be forgotten and so will our opinions, words, and actions. Everything we do, create, and experience will just die along with us. So, what is the point? To just live and experience life in whatever way life will allow?
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Poets
Soulful Mushroom
Soul Soothing Journey Soulful Mushroom I found myself to be only a few inches tall; resting under the hood of a mushroom, watching giant raindrops fall before me. I felt safe. After all, I created this place. The rain fell, but dissolved right into the dirt, only leaving behind its rejuvenating aroma. Each breath I took was gracefully savored, pouring out the pain of my soul and pulling in a revival from the earth. I kindly asked the rain to stop — and so it did. I placed my hand on the stem of the mushroom and thanked it for allowing me to enjoy the rain without being caught in it. I felt its vibration respond as a comforting friend saying, “it was my pleasure.” I admired the colors it displayed; a repetitive waterfall of orange, green, and blue that rippled down the mushroom, disappearing into the dirt. I walked from under the mushroom and felt myself grow.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Poets
Magic Carpet Ride
Soul Soothing Journey Magic Carpet Ride It felt like a magic carpet ride; this magic, though, seemed more authentic. There were no genies, wands, or magic spells. Instead, it was the power of Mother Nature reconnecting with me as if I were a long-lost child.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Poets
