Perqwaila

Joined July 2020

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More than just a space for writing, a place where energy, creativity, and honesty is one. Where voices are heard and experiences are honored. Hoping readers not only read my stories, but feel them, replying with advice and experiences.

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Where Forward Begins
Just as the world tilts forward, the air changes not with fear, but with promise. The ground does not betray me; it opens, guiding me into a horizon that glows with possibilities so honest.
By Perqwaila 5 months ago in Poets
Going Halfway to Nowhere
The gravel keeps shifting beneath my shoes I count the crunches as if rhythm could anchor me. A street lamp flickers. I tell myself it means something,
By Perqwaila 5 months ago in Poets
Cheers To Us. Content Warning.
The hills stretched out before me in impossible symmetry, green spilling endlessly, bathed in molten gold as the last of the evening light surrendered itself to the valley. A view meant to take my breath away. It did but only in the way a postcard does. Beautiful, but without a pulse.
By Perqwaila 6 months ago in Fiction
Numbers We Never Called
I never took you, not one time, To where bingo bells would softly chime. Where laughter rolled from wall to wall, And you’d have smiled the brightest of all.
By Perqwaila 6 months ago in Poets
The Weight of The Dark River
The first rumble of thunder had Alecia checking her clock for the fourth time in fifteen minutes. Eight-thirty-five. Her apartment smelled faintly of antiseptic and coffee, stubbornly clinging to her hair and scrubs. She had showered, had changed, but the hospital scent lingered like a shadow. Nights like these were heavy not with sleepiness, but with the strange inertia that settled when the world outside lost its light. The storm had been forecast, but the clouds rolled over the lake faster than predicted. Rain began in stuttering drips, then heavier, like someone dumping buckets onto the roof. Alecia sat on the edge of her couch, knees pulled tight to her chest, staring at the bright glow of her phone. She hated how quiet it was when she was alone; the silence pressed into her chest as if it wanted to hear her heartbeat.
By Perqwaila 6 months ago in Fiction
Oldest Jazz Joint in the US
"If walls could talk!" screamed Jackson to the white painted ceiling. Jason face sadly looked towards the ground as he threw the towel over his shoulder and let out a sigh. The brick wall, the glass windows, and striped décor drew in attention of the lost and weary but now it draws in everyone, every soul.
By Perqwaila 3 years ago in Education
What is Love
The true definition of love has faded into thin air So showing love and receiving love correctly has become unfair People love for themselves and not for others leaving no care
By Perqwaila 3 years ago in Poets
The Ultimate Decision
Have you ever got to choose your fate? See the world as it is and know your place. Understand your position, knowing your purpose. I found all the answers to my wondering curiosity and I was able to make a decision. Finally being completely confident in what was best not only for me but for the people I love. I chose to...
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin of Demons
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window," said tori to the group as they peered through the woods at the large lit up cabin that was supposed to be empty. They wanted badly to explore the grounds and receive the gift of satisfaction because there minds swam with curiosity. They made there way back to the campground talking amongst the night, with whispers of going into the forbidden cabin.
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Fiction
Alone Adventures
"Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but...” Actually let me start off with saying I love you as do all five of my other siblings. You gave us life and protected us well into Adult hood. Your so beautiful and full of life doubting the strong "King with tits" that you showed through sacrificing your time to make sure we didn't end up ended but well taken care of. You are a true inspiration, the reason I am who I am today. No difference we have will ever ruin our bond, it's a never-ending treasure.
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Confessions
Come Out of the Dark
I looked all around and found the definition of infinity with my own eyes. I struggled hard to get past the darkness and what it did was drove me mad. I blink coldly at the nothingness I see before me at that moment, that moment my eyes came open I lost all hope. I was never going to get out of that darkness. The air covering me like a blanket gave off this unexpected chill. I clutched my knees closer to my chest and a tear rolled down my face. The symbolization of all efforts, all the trying, and believing has been let go. I grind my teeth as the haunting images come after I wiped away the tear and discovered there was not a hand to be seen. I was alone. I was scared this was the cold dark that I knew I had to escape but with all hope lost the task was unbearable.
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Motivation
Soulwolves
The reason I came up with the idea tending to children of the future, is because they are lost, being manipulated, don't learn about life struggles and are not being allowed to be children. I was inspired by the many women who inspire me to be a better version of who I am in doing so I have found my purpose.
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Confessions

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Where Forward Begins

Going Halfway to Nowhere

Cheers To Us. Content Warning.

Numbers We Never Called

The Weight of The Dark River

Oldest Jazz Joint in the US

What is Love

The Ultimate Decision

The Cabin of Demons

Alone Adventures

Come Out of the Dark

Soulwolves

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