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...Ing
So many things end in ing. Something rings a bell yet we do not hear the ringing. Coming to an ending is merely the beginning of another tale. Clinging to distressing memories bringing nothing but pain is torturing. But - try looking and gazing at the stars, and be seeing the essence of being... -
Haiku 1
Crow calls from bare tree,
Waiting for a mate not there.
Autumn leaves hide her. -
Purpose
Thinking too hard cannot be good for the soul. The hands grow cold waiting for words to flow, they are too slow to come and then the cold spreads up the arms, motivation has fled. Now the words are dead and numbness sets in. What can I do, to bring back the light of the mind, to find that light of imagination? Soon frustration will set in, and the ( Read more... ) -
Not wanting...
Not wanting to go to bed - in my head that seems illogical as I am so tired, but then again wired would say more. I am sure I stay here to delay the passage of time to the next day, for if I go to bed I sleep, then sleep speeds up time, and then its there.
I am aware of the clock, in the sleepless, restless night and I fight time to try stop yet ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Mysterious benefactor
A friend, and the gift of self-belief. -
Writer's Block: Nature or nurture
erm...YES, of course. -
Why
Why, it says post an entry, why, whats the point. No-one is going to see it but me, and its just like another online diary with details that no one but me would be interested in. So why am I writng this, so I can rant and no one will see it thats why...huh
Crappy day, crappy life, and how does this relate to LJ sooo many people and Sooooo many ( Read more... ) -
The Loss of You
The Loss of You
Pick apart the bones of despair, find something,
But nothing is there.
Watch the decline of that which once was,
And watch as they fade away.
Because just to watch is all I can do,
They fall into oblivion,
Lost - a world that grows less each day,
And they say they are fine, it’s ok.
Until the next one and then again all I can do is ( Read more... )