Jen Phillips

Joined September 2017

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Having a creative imagination has no limitations. My favourite past time is just dumping all my thoughts on to paper and seeing where it goes.

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I can’t breath- I try and I try but I can’t. Deeper and Deeper the breath goes I still can’t catch it I’m not sure how much longer I can do this.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
UnWonderland
Remember the winter wonderland magic? Barely- remember what it felt like? Everywhere you go smelling like gingerbread, cinnamon, hot cocoa, and pine or all of the above?
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
Black Sheep
Since birth they tell you to be you, they tell you to be different, anything but ordinary. You spend the time growing up doing just that, going through life with a hint of spice.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
Ghost Girl
being the forgotten has more perks than you would think. But it feels like the only time you are seen is when someone needs something from you
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
winter blues. Top Story - November 2023.
Part one I’ve always wondered why it’s called the winter blues. I understand the whole reason is because the sun isn’t out as long. The sun comes up late and it gets dark super early. Even though it’s cold and many snowstorms as long as you don’t have to go out during a storm it’s the most beautiful time of year. Nothing is more perfect than waking up to find out you are having a snow day.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Fiction
Hunk of Rock
One hunk of rock in space does more for a whole planet than one man- child does for me. The moon orbets around Earth to keep it in check. Round and round the moon goes.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
Frosty Nights
Winter, oh winter- you are so beautiful yet everyone is so sad. how is it the world becomes more beautiful and frozen in time. Winter forces you to snuggle with your people.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
Stop Swimming.
Do you know what time it is? Yea? it’s time for you to come here, have a set, and close your eyes. you look very tired. No, I cant. I cant just sit there and do nothing.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
Take it off
Why is this so hard? Grappling with the concept of my identity everyday. How can you (tell?) the difference between the identity you wear around certain people and the one you have for yourself?
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
peine d'amour
I look into your eyes, and I see light. I look into your eyes, I see into your soul. I look into your eyes, and I feel the love in your heart
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
Dear me
If it was a possiblity to go back in time just for a moment to find the most innocent version of yourself, what would say to yourself? To be honest i don’t think I even know what I would say. Yet, I’m the one writing this letter….
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Confessions
Alice
Little girl, little girl sit there and shut up Good girls do as their told. Put your cutest shoes and your prettiest dress on.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets

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UnWonderland

Black Sheep

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winter blues. Top Story - November 2023.

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Stop Swimming.

Take it off

peine d'amour

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Alice

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