Tag: writing
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Inside A Stephen King Novel
The phone keeps ringing In the still of the night it’s a deafening trill Menacing The caller does not speak Dead air Or is that the sound of something under water? Hello? Crackle… Glub… glub … Hissssssss
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Surviving
I was searching for a place Someone told me I had to go through fields and orchards It was out of the way and far from the road When I arrived, it looked like an old abandoned auto shop Decrepit and dirty A family actually lived there There was a boy who had something to…
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I Know Where I Am Going When This Is Over
There was a daily prompt about writing a letter to your 100 year old self. I cant do that because I won’t be around. It’s a self fulfilling prophecy I won’t be here past 70 But you wouldn’t understand You cling to life with a death vise grip believing this is all you have. Beyond…
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Feed Me More!
You are without papers. Your name cannot be found on any list. The driver’s license you currently have is the wrong one It’s not the REAL deal No permission will be granted to board a plane to a neighboring state… ever! Never mind that your grandma is dying You should have gotten the license everyone…
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Eyes Wide Shut
He looked at the red heifer In elation he whispered: “Salvation“ The Son of God looked down at the wounds on His hands and feet “I Am, Salvation.” But the man understood not.
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The Passage Of Time
Tick tock The sound of a clock Shiny gold pendulum swaying back and forth Slowly Hypnotically CHIME A hand moves Marking with precision the passage of time BONG Something is striking mechanical parts Another hour Gears Interlocking teeth Moving in unison A key in a slot Turning Winding Behind glass Tick! Tock! Time is passing…
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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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The Private Lives Of Our Neighbors
When I was growing up I had a neighbor just down the road. A family of five. The father lost his first wife early in the marriage. He was inconsolable and had the window drapes closed for a long time. One day the curtains were opened and he started receiving visitors again. Not long afterwards,…
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One Man At A Time
I’ll never understand women who date evil men like Hitler or Stalin Or Brigham Young who had 55 wives and taught that Adam was God Maybe it’s about the notoriety The curiosity What are they like under the sheets People say don’t name names Don’t expose Never judge Don’t say anything about false teachers Who…
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Journey To The Ponds
Walking out the back door of a madhouse Never out the front Some things are meant to be hidden Smelling the rain for the first time That earthy wet fragrance When the frogs come out at night In great numbers Only to get crushed underneath the tyres On their journey to the ponds Their odor…
Just A Guy 