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This and everything else.
You know what is the most tragic thing is about writing? Is that no one is really interested in reading it. Not even the people closest to you. Maybe, but not really. No one ever asks if they can read your work, unless they are a writer themselves ( Read more... ) -
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Feeling rather anxious today. A sudden flip of disposition. Wish I could shake it off. Or pull it out. God, something. -
Text. Draft. Dump.
My typical feeling towards anything I write in hindsight is disdain, except for when I write angry ( Read more... ) -
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Clumsy ass draft - Stick to the plan.
"Surprise me," I said, when she asked me what I want ( Read more... ) -
A bunch of walking ridiculous, talking silliness.
Doors
It's pretty embarrassing when
I insist on pulling,
more than one time, on
a door that says "PUSH,"
in big letters.
I do this often. I pull
on doors that require pushing.
And visa versa.
It happened again today, but
in my defense, that door
did not say anything.
So I tugged. Pulled again.
Shit... PUSH
...She totally saw that.Dammit -
Fickle Flame
Can you outshine the sun?
someone i once was could have loved you
no its the circumstance
our candle's fickle flame
could have been a fire
but we didnt want to take the pain -
A voice, a vehicle for our minds
Not a single word was said ( Read more... ) -
The Window
The Window ( Read more... ) -
a late-night memoir unfinished
it would be so much easier if we lived in a world where all you had to do was tell someone "I want to be closer friends with you" and then they let you in. usually opposite happens. expressing your desires to get inside is against the rules. unacceptable. a big no no. what made you think that was okay? you cant just... say it. geez ( Read more... )