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Luciana Fisher is a Brazilian-American immigrant, rising poet, and passionate writer currently pursuing a BA in Social Sciences with a concentration in Economics at New York University (NYU). After graduating with honors from BMCC and earning an associate's degree in the Arts of Economics, she reignited her passion for poetry, which helped her overcome challenges after a cancer diagnosis. Her writing explores themes of identity, vulnerability, personal growth, and the complexities of communication through poetry and prose. You can connect with Luciana on Instagram @Ibfisher or email her at hello@lucianafisher.com for opportunities or collaborations.

  September 2024     1 day ago

Submitted Poems 36 total

Tend to What Matters

Friendships and relationships,
Like flowers and plants,
Will wilt without care.

We’re all in charge of watering,
Of letting the light in.

Look for the warning signs—
Drooping leaves,
Fading petals.

When you see them,
Take the time to:...

– by Luciana Fisher

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The Death of A Friendship

A bond so cherished,
Now tainted and sour.
A toxic friendship,
Drained by the hour.

Your words,
Like daggers,
Cutting deep and low,
Leaving scars hard to let go.

Your words,
Like shards of glass,
Carving wounds
That will never pass.
...

– by Luciana Fisher

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With Love, From: Me.

This one is going to hurt.

That is why it has taken me so long to write it,
Because a part of me still loves you
And thought you would call or write me.
I know you need your time.
You have your process, and I respect it.

But today, today,...

– by Luciana Fisher

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Connection

I want to be imprinted
In the wet, warm darkness
Of the light emanating from the iris of your eyes,

Imprinted in the retina,
Expanding the pupils to black hole proportions,
Sucking me into the universe of your mind.

To witness what it's...

– by Luciana Fisher

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Uncomfortable

I am uncomfortable
With the way you lie,
Uncomfortable with the way you procrastinate your life
As if tomorrow is promised.

I am uncomfortable watching you comfortably rot,
Wasting every second of your existence,
Like sand slipping through...

– by Luciana Fisher

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I enjoyed this very much. Very creative!

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What a lovely journey you just took me on.

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Yes, it’s a harsh reality that friendships can sometimes morph into something abusive. The moment my friend chose to disrespect me for the final time, a poem flowed through my mind, capturing my emotions. As soon as I hung up the phone, I made the decisive choice to block her out of my life—no further conversations, no explanations necessary. In that instant, she effectively murdered our friendship.What was once a healthy bond transformed into something detrimental, and I welcomed its end with open arms. I raise a toast to this newfound freedom! Not every friendship is destined to last a lifetime, and sometimes, letting go is the healthiest choice we can make for ourselves. 

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Sorry. Corrections? I am not sure I follow.

6 days ago

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thank you for you kind words. ✨

6 days ago

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read the "About this poem" text. :)

6 days ago

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I am so sorry for your loss.
May your beautiful baby rest in peace. ✨

6 days ago

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did you find my reply hostile? It was not my intention. I was just explaining the poem's construction and the reasons behind it.

6 days ago

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: The poem starts easy to read, wheeling you in visually. So I can be readable. Slowly, I begin to show the depth of the disability. Dyslexia is a disability, and living with and through it is incredibly challenging. If you found this poem hard to read, imagine seeing the world through our eyes. Yes, lucky for you; it
seems like you are not neurodivergent. 

10 days ago

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Such vivid imagery, great storytelling. So rich. The coloring, the texture, the relationships. Great work. Well done.

14 days ago

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“A little encouragement and a glimmer of self-belief, and he started flying.” I’m so glad to hear that! We are not dumb; we are simply different. We experience the world in unique ways. While it helps when those around us believe in us, self-reliance and self-belief are truly essential! 

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I also have to listen to my lectures, and I do both: I listen while reading simultaneously. There are several software programs available to assist with this, so please look into it. We are capable of learning how to cope with our challenges. I am currently attending NYU on a full-ride scholarship for academic merit.

In the past, I was often sent to face the wall in front of the entire class because I read slowly and had to keep rereading sentences and paragraphs to understand them. In this poem, I made it easier for people to read.

It's important to take him to a neurologist for testing. By bringing the results to the school, he may qualify for double time on his assignments and exams due to his learning disability. We understand much more about dyslexia now. Having extra time would have helped me tremendously while growing up and may have saved me from panic attacks and anxiety. 

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really? I tried to make it still readable for the most part, but you might be neurodivergent-like/or have a learning disability like me. A
neurologist could test you.

17 days ago

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After reading all entries and found some amazing work.

Here’s a poem crafted with all the AI words, weaving them into a vivid, layered piece of imagery and emotion:

The Eternal Weave
-by AI

Beneath twilight’s soft canopy,
Where ripples kiss the verdant shore,
A zephyr stirs the thicket deep,
Entwined with whispers evermore.

The tapestry of time unfolds,
In threads of dusk and dawn’s embrace,
Eclipsed by stars, a gossamer glow,
A filigree of endless space.

Auroras bloom in celestial dance,
While comets etch their fleeting trace,
Orbiting through a stellar waltz,
In vast, eternal, boundless grace.

The labyrinth of life extends,
Through meadows lush, through glades serene,
A ritual carved in stone and sky,
A prophecy yet unforeseen.

Evanescent moments falter,
Frayed by echoes, fleeting, shy,
As petals fall and rivers wander,
Underneath a velvet sky.

Time’s pendulum sways, slow and tender,
Braiding epochs into dreams,
A paradox of light and shadow,
Raptured by infinity’s beams.

Rapture, anguish, joy, devotion,
Tides of sorrow, waves of bliss,
Through mosaic lives we spiral,
Etched by fate’s ephemeral kiss.

In the twilight of existence,
Where dusk and dawn forever bind,
Our stories shimmer, fragile, fleeting,
Yet eternal in the mind.

-AI 

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Thabk you. I hope it made you smile.

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