My Anxiety Personified

He has big red shoes, brightly striped pants, and a round waist with ruffled white accents. He has puffy shoulder pads, a rounded sleeve with faded ruffles,  and dingy white gloves. His face is white and his smile distorts real movements, smeared red lips. His smile curls up until just below his eyes and he... Continue Reading →

At the End

At the end of a rainbow, watching the clouds roll away and the slight rise of wet dirt drift into my nostrils. I can breathe and understand the importance of the storm. I smile, because God has blessed me with the ability to start over in a new light, with a new perspective, a new... Continue Reading →

No Filter

Having someone  in your life to tell you  that, "You are ok." is a blessing. But, imagine the power you unleash & hold when you actually believe in those  words yourself. Inner strength  can move mountains. Family gives you the idea that you can. -@lifeorfiction

Purple Day 💜

Today is Purple Day in order to inform others about Epilepsy. There are numerous types and expressions of having a seizure too. 1 in 26 people will develop epilepsy in their lifetime. I am one of these people! 💜 In honor of this amazing day I wore purple of course. My brother Zach had invited... Continue Reading →

Scars Cut Deep, So Do Words

I'm at a loss for words sometimes. &  Sometimes the tide gets rough  and knocks  the wind out of me. We are all standing  in a sea of dreams. Hoping  to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?  

Fruit For Thought 

An illness, a diagnosis, a prescription. So much goes through your mind, a tornado with no oxygen is the best way to describe it. Just spinning, with no end in sight. Amongst the storm, you bring a bottle home. Don't read the label, that alone can cause a frenzy. You decide to wing it, describe... Continue Reading →

Who, then, is the artist? 

Mold me like ceramics fingertips carving into cold clay. Anything is possible. Mold me like a story  words creating the view my eyes see. Highlighting the blues  and forgetting the rays of sunlight. Mold me like an opinion an experience dictating choices, I haven't made yet. Sweet wisdom passed down from generation to generation. Mold... Continue Reading →

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Luke Atkins

Film, Music, and Television Critic