Tag: write
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Why Are You Here?
Nothing to see here No reason to gawk Or linger Why do you dawdle? Just move on I am writing or rather, I have written something A few words here and there But nothing coherent Yet Just lots of jumbled thoughts That makes sense only to me From my feverished brain You wouldn’t understand It…
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Another Day
I had a very bad dream once. The scene was similar to the above photo. It was the end of the world. But the people in their cars were completely oblivious. For them, it was just another day.
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Who Gets To Invent Slangs?
I just wrote a post about ghosting. It sat in my drafts folder for about 5 seconds before I deleted it. I didnt want to rant But… It was about how those who dislike being ghosted often are “ghosters” themselves. By the way, who the heck invented that slang anyway? Ghosted Who even has that…
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Confusion
Someone wrote: “I believe in God, but not the god of the bible.“ Note what was capitalized and what wasn’t Besides, what other God is there? Satan? He’s a little “g” god of this world Drugs? Tobacco? Television? All are idols Religion? Money? Sex? Joseph Smith? Muhammad? Gandhi? Mere mortals and long dead What other…
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Wandering Inn
This ancient Inn gives me a ghostly feel An image of spectors flitting about Wandering aimlessly from room to room Without purpose or sense of direction Not even a body for its restless spirit I can almost hear the lonely moans The high pitch scream from somewhere unlocatable Disembodied sounds Ethereal Without substance Empty Hollow…
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Your Spirit
I try to feel the residue of your spirit in this room you spent the last week of your life in But it is empty As if you were never here. ——– (Photo by Zoya Loonohod on Unsplash)
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Penpals
I remember a time long before emails When communication was lengthy and beautiful Where people shared the deepest contents of their hearts With strangers Bleeding on page after page Time and expense went into the choices of stationary Initials monogrammed in a stamped flowing style Penpals were made all over the world How we waited…
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The Elusive Snow Shovel
It is snowing Big wet flakes The kind of stuff that accumulates It hits the ground and freezes there Frosty cold are knuckles bare Where, oh, where Is that rusty old shovel? ——————— (Photo by Taylor Friehl on Unsplash)
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A Hiatus From Writing?
Can you go through an entire day without writing a single sentence? Ask yourself how that could be possible For a writer writes Even if the words won’t come That’s a sentence
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Never Again
We are all responsible for our eternal souls. Where it goes after we die because it must go somewhere. Our bodies are only a tent. It will decay and return to the earth. But the soul/spirit lives on either with God or without Him I watched a documentary on Nazi Germany. When the Americans arrived…
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