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Frequently, Death sticks its sticky fingers Into my brain And rummages through my drawers. Always The presence lingers Deep in the part of the brain That feels self-preservation. The presence haunts me Never to leave. Where will I go?
dumb humans
a letter to allison
allison's response
The coma of night When the city twinkles And all are sleeping, I walk the streets in silence. There is a rare sound Of tires on macadam and then It is gone. Only street cleaners, 7/11 clerks and nurses And others like me, Only they whisp
Deep forests
I feel the Earth Is the violin. The sea is the bow. With the pulling of the Waves is the pulling of The bow. One last pull Of my waves like my Life before the strings Break and the wood Of the violin is burned To ashes.
just a bit on nonsense
Youth is wasted on the young, they treat it like some foul smelling dung. Instead of embracing their moment in time, they play computer games, it's such a crime. Back in my youth, we would be out all day, cycling, climbing, among the fray. Pl
A father deserting and a daughter's forgiveness and understanding Making her father_s land her land
Tribute to those lost to me in last 2 years.
A tribute to my friends here in Berkshire who I hunted and ice fished with.. Some are gone now but those left are still on the move God bless them! .
It happened to me.
felt relaxed one of favorite things to do
Lying in bed at the day's final hour, I am troubled by the solitude in which I once found comfort. The sense of security that I once felt has dissipated to reveal a desperation unlike any other. As I close my eyes, I await sweet slumber and the fre
Gazing out over the turbulent waters that surround me for miles, I see nothing but the blue sky above and its reflection below. I drift along in heart-wrenching solitude as the water gently laps at my boat. My only comfort resides in the memori
The evening sun sets the sky ablaze. It peeks between the trees and speckles the ground with shifting patches of orange light. The forest ebbs and flows with the swaying of the trees. Bluejay swims in with a cool gust, searching for a place to re
Standing at the top of a waterfall, I swan-dive off the edge with no fear of death. So long as you hold my heart, I need not fear a thing, for I will never truly die.
Our days quickly passing by To slow the aging process, we usually try Regardless, they go so fast Our final destination, they cast Reminding us of the memories of our past Telling us that all we have is today We must exert every possible effort
With a broken heart I say to you You will remain with me in spirit in whatever I do I wish that I had the chance to say goodbye But I hope that your soul is floating in the heavenly sky To protect and guide me To open my eyes and let me see Th
Stranger! Look Up A broken shooting star Fading across the sullen skies Burning in throes of cosmic o*gasm The mournful and oblivious night Screams silently in a sombre spasm But does it's dying light illuminate the darkness of eternities?
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
True story. Happened long, long ago. Never got the bird and haven't had a beer in over 30 years. To this day I still have trust issues. Probably why I'm still single! Note: The places depicted here are real but some will be unknown to some International members.
flung across the canvas thick globs of paint
A bumper sticker reads: Don’t believe everything you Think. Gradually we come to know who and what holds the cards in this game... First of all, she does. A woman’s intuition, belief and persistence is why humankind moves along the course it doe
oneline now! Hope I catch you Before your seven O'clock date Hope you've considered Your possible fate Hope you see, you might Be the bait Hope you cautiously Walk through his gate Hope you get this Before it's to late..
Celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday by deboning a turkey today. It is the only time I buy a real turkey. The rest of the year I just buy it in a package already formed into thin slices.
Just a made up story ladies. You should know that by now. Cafe
I got lucky enough to see Vicki Lawrence in concert on November 5. She did half the show as herself and the other half as Mama Harper from the TV show Mama's Family. She said it was the first time she forgot to wear her glasses. I spent ten dollars the first time because the woman told me all the seat were sold out. Finding out later that she was confused and there were plenty of seats, I had to purchase two more tickets for 70 bucks and give the standing tickets to a friend of mine. At least I got three other people I knew to see her.
Delightful musings of a likely Delirious, but not Dangerous mind. No doubt.
Oh how its left me My jingle-jangled poetry How it’s run its tired course Words that drove me with such pulsating force Cruelly left the words I knew Left alone those words so true Scratched, etched and pat, patted away Renderings of a naked
Merry Christmas everyone, And I hope you take the time, To contact someone lonely, To say, "you're on my mind". It doesn't take much planning, To just pick up the phone, And ring to say Merry Christmas, "are you all alone?" I'm just abo
"Genesis" Life is born amongst us here, unceasing and always relevant... we see it with every breath...the crest of the Sunflower so bright, the unstable footing of the newly born fawn, the erratic patterns of the Dragonfly. Ah yes! Even
This may not be the norm of anything, showing it is unique, like all of us are. But sometimes we seem to forget what is always more important & keep to focus on other things that don`t really matter, yet take all our time. Time passes quickly & there seems to not be enough with the way we think, so we usually waste it.
I love you first tell how much you feels and big in your heart
Wrote 7 years ago . Just in less than I/2 hour
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