good enough“Of course.”
“Well whaddya do about it?”
“I write.”
“You write?”
“Yes. I just write.”
“Oh.” I paused for a moment, expecting more. “Well does that help?”
“Nope.”
“Nope?”
“Nope.”
“Oh. I see.”
“Did you think it would be that easy?”
“I guess not.”
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untitledSo here is my life, flashing as we all do At the end of things.untitled
My grandfather is 77 and he will die within a month. At Christmastime my grandmother will sit in the corner-chair alone and watch us grandkids. But we will only have one to thank. Only one hug to give. How sad, to only have one hug. Maybe I will give her two to keep things balanced.
So here: my life. Can you count how often it flickers out of existence in the strobe light.
What I wanted to be: there it was, and I was it. But now I am not enough, &nb
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freewriteWhen I die they will seal me in plastic wrap and drop me to the bottom of the sea. That will be the end. When I am married they will put a ring on my finger and ask me am I very happy now? That will be the end. That will be the end of what I was before because I cannot be it anymore. And all that I was will become what I am now, But to ask you something, may I, what should I look to? What should guide me as I sink or fall away?freewrite
Can the day that we first met carry through the end, or shall we need a recompense of that which we forget?
In the shadows of the light ther
by ~rolandofgilead
What's In a Name?And there are friends and there are friends but there are never friends enough to share the dusk-time storms over lake chaplin. The wooden shed, Home these last two weeks, thrusts toward the shifting edge, yearning for a dip. Perhaps the architect had thoughts of Venice. Winter rains down upon us: the boat watchers, our eyes transfixed by distant sails embedded squarely in the haze,What's In a Name?
embossed absolutely by timelessness. White caps break when the surface is pressured by the wind – they never had much spine.
Tomorrow we’ll pack tattered s
by ~rolandofgilead
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poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. and all you can do is to go where they can find you.
-winnie the pooh.
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poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. and all you can do is to go where they can find you.
-winnie the pooh.
Speaking of being impressed I just love the way that you write. It's different from a lot of the stuff I see all over da. I love reading what you write. It's so refreshing. ^^ Keep at it!
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poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. and all you can do is to go where they can find you.
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