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I would not say I envy them. I would not wish to be one of them. The countless ounces of sweat they spill, the pain that is a requirement of living, which none asked for. How easy their hearts break and their trust that pours over like filled buckets of water. How easy they turn to evil and their bodies used as battlefields for wars they don’t even know, robbing their bones. The wails of mothers loosing their sons, and pure grief of widows burying their men. The sharp agony

This Reason Of The Heart

Waiting is the hardest thing we will ever have to do Because time moves the same speed no matter how we feel about it 7 years will be 7 years, 4 minutes is 4 minutes, God is gracious though, He allows us distraction yet no matter how we fill the space between now and what we are waiting for, we still have to sit quietly and allow time to tick by. Maybe the raw definition of patience is the yearning of love. Maybe the true explication of one emotion is only truly discover

Dec 16, 20252 min read

Soft Curves and Round Bellies

What a privilege it is to have soft curves and round bellies To feel your skin loose its firmness and your hair bleed its color dry To watch your stark hips widen from life and body ache with use To be told your bones a growing frail from hard work and your hands to callous from harsh summers What a gift age is To think of all the laughter and warm meals one must reach that our bodies now imprint this pattern of joy The early morning coffees and late night drinks that w

Dec 16, 20251 min read

The Inquisition of Guilt

You are asked 52 questions in the City of Charlottesville Circuit Court when you enter a guilty plea. 54 if you were on probation at the time of your charge, 59 if you submit an Alford Plea. If you have a good attorney, your answers are succinct and affirmative. yes or no. If your attorney sucked, this is torturous. Amongst the questions, the legal mixture of latin and complexity bombards your ears. If you lack patience, you may not even care about the questions anymore, yo

Dec 16, 20253 min read

8/29/25 3:23pm

Nothing. The absence of what is The lack of something The end of existence How disappointing to be defined by the things that you are not To be stripped of what you are and to be known by the things you lack The characteristics you do not possess The ability that you do not have For those that posses knowledge of you to only know their idea of you For those that own creativity and ingenuity to know you only by the falsity of their own imagination To be not known. How

Aug 29, 20251 min read

Owed

Mothers should not comfort Mothers should not console Mothers should not care Mothers should not kiss away our tears and call us...

Aug 26, 20252 min read

Untitled Booked Excerpt

I would not say I envy them. I would not wish to be one of them. The countless ounces of sweat they spill, the pain that is a requirement of living, which none asked for. How easy their hearts break and their trust that pours over like filled buckets of water. How easy they turn to evil and their bodies used as battlefields for wars they don’t even know, robbing their bones. The wails of mothers loosing their sons, and pure grief of widows burying their men. The sharp agony

Jun 13, 20252 min read

Author Introduction

Ava Crosson has been an avid writer since elementary school first filling grade school notebooks, then confining her work to the notes in her computer. She pursues mostly personal excerpts, poetry, and academic theses. She currently resides in Florida, pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy with a minor in Mathematics and hopes to publish a novel she can tolerate reading without self criticism inducing nausea.