December 2011
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“It’s hard when I look at others succeeding and I’m here...”
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I'll Never Leave, I Said to You
“I’ll never leave,” I said to you. Yet, I vanished like the white winter cowers away from the green scent of spring.
Now, as I walk up to the spying glass of your darkened chamber, I see you there lying in a bed shrouded by the blackness of misery and sorrow.
No longer am I able to see the joyful soul that I had loved so many years before, but a tormented being shredded by the...
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Quarryman John and His Wife
Quarryman John was a good man and Prudence, his loving wife. He tumbled down the quarry and died; it was an awful sight.
Townsfolk brought John to his grave; there, they said their goodbyes. Then Quarryman John returned to the earth as Prudence mourned and cried.
Soon, Prudence missed her husband dearly; she longed to see his face. So with a nod and firm resolve, she went to visit his...
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“Some may say those with Type A personalities are often the ones to achieve...”
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From painted skies
and iridescent cumuli,
she cast a life
that was just as colorful.
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Sleep, O Little Child
Sleep, o little child through times of turmoil and strife. Never shall you view the sky crying a torrent of tears upon the land of red and grey.
Sleep, o little child as the world denies the warmth of the golden sun, and accepts the dark, heavy clouds that bulge with the sorrow of a troubled time.
Sleep, o little child as sin and evil stampede across the barren land like angry bulls,...
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To Feel
The phone dropped synchronously
as he stumbled to his bed,
limbs collapsed like a marionette;
strings untied,
cut.
In the silence of the dark,
he felt
alone.
One.
Singular
in presence.
The only company he had to keep
were his tears—
a flash flood for terrain that had
deprived itself of moisture for so long—
and his ragged, rapid breaths
that chugged
as the engine of...
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Faults Insurmountable
To harvest fields so dried from drought, Walk a path whilst thrown about, Alight from stairs where stairs without; Poor no-good, how defeated you are.
To speak with tongues so tightly knotted, Traverse a stream, deep and rapid, Forge a home when all planks have rotted; Stupid fool, how inept you are.
To doubt yourself, withhold each try, Find the dark, begin to cry, Unceasingly fail,...
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For the Troubled, For the Loved
Hands de-intertwined Their bodies turned, sat opposed Silence said it all
Bodies intertwined Their heads turned, rested apposed Silence said it all
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Dear anxiety, let us be friends, okay? You can help me to be the best that I can be. Get me to the right level of self-consciousness, instead of scaring me away from doing what is great. Do this for me, and nothing would stop us from accomplishing the impossible.
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You Ain't No Fool of Mine
Take your fine lines, those silly rhymes and shove it. You ain’t no fool of mine.
The tales you weave, tricks up your sleeve mean nothing when you ain’t worth my time.
Think I’d respond to siren songs? Forget it. I’ve got grander designs.
‘Cause I’m not one to come along for a shag. Trust me, I’m not that kind.
‘Stead start with a...
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Not A Reality Check
I didn’t want to tell you about grief, war, pain and sorrow.
I just wanted you to know of joy, peace, love and laughter.
But reality is persistent, sobering, and can leave you out in the cold.
So dream. Hope. Find beauty in the bad. ‘Cause hell if you let reality kick you in the ass.
November 2011
7 posts
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I Sat There With Good Intentions
I sat there with good intentions.
I said to him: “Don’t say you want to do it if you won’t even try.”
He sat there—silent. His eyebrows furrowed in a manner I don’t see from him often. He was offended; perhaps further than offended. His character was affronted. His lips were quivering, his eyes narrowing into piercing slits that were to bore into my innards,...
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Sitting On An Old Oak Chair
Sitting on an old oak chair with pen and pad of paper Next to a desk stacked with letters unopened I dance through time to what was long forgotten Hoping to write what I could not have said so many years before
Our ancient flame flickers within me Its light so soft and fragile Slowly fading into an empty void Becoming a part of Love’s tender past
I remember the days when Love was with us ...
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“The Potter books in general are a prolonged argument for tolerance, a prolonged...”
– J.K. Rowling
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October 2011
4 posts
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“As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human...”
– Declaration of the Occupation of New York City
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“An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.”
– Mahatma Gandhi
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“As I read more and more about matters considered extreme and on the fringe of...”
September 2011
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Love, find me at the corner house.
When will you come again?
For if I had just one sweet kiss,
this heart I hope ‘twould mend.
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Lobotomised
Chaos, I knew you well. You who so aptly ravaged my mind. Hearing what was not heard, seeing what was not seen. You who made a murk of my senses. With you here, I was far from whole.
But with a numbing shock and a splinter of pain, they drove a stake through the window of my soul.
A slice to cease what had besieged me. A grin to hide what had been done to me.
You were gone. I was...
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Once More
Say that you love me.
I’d like to hear it once more.
Would you hold me close?
Would you gaze at me with those tender eyes?
Your sweet whispers,
These precious moments,
I need them again,
So that I know I’m not dying.
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Found
Where must I be for inspiration to follow? By a stream? Atop a peak? I know not.
But when my heart ticks a rapid beat, I know I’ve found that place without finding.
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“I write every day. I don’t have to motivate myself to do it. Because not...”
– infpblog on personalitycafe.com
This, I must do.
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August 2011
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Proper
I found myself a proper job to buy a house and buy a car.
I dressed in suits and looked at numbers and sat with all the proper circles.
I feigned myself a proper smile to build our wealth and build our name.
And the time came when I stopped to ask: Would you have done the same?
July 2011
6 posts
