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Compassion| nobody listens any more. i can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me. i can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. i just want someone to hear what i have to say. and maybe if i talk long enough, it'll make sense. and i want you to teach me to understand ~bradbury 451 |
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A Walk in the WoodsA Walk in the Woods (December 1, 2008) Ever since I can remember, Mother has told me to never go into the woods at night. And I never listened. They were not like the woods from any dark fairy tale I’d ever heard. They were open and bright, more inviting than imposing. I know now that that was the point.A Walk in the Woods
I liked the open space and the quiet. I found the hills and their woods comforting and Sam and I would often take day hikes on the trails that ambled through his family’s ranch.
Those were not the woods my Mother was referring to
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on dreamingfluffy moths with thick wingson dreaming
and curling antennae beat against my brain
with a sound like laughter in the dark
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Saturday Night My skin jitters. “Come on, babe. You have to keep breathing.” My eyelids flicker, but the beige walls are too bright. Breathing hurts. He squeezes my arm, shaking me. “Wake up, honey.” I groan. It would be so good to sleep. I can’t think for fear of unconsciousness. My eyes roll back in my skull, eyelids flickering. “Lauren, look at me.”Saturday Night
“I can’t,” I pant. It’s too much too much too much. Your face it too beautiful. I want to reach out and touch it. I am frozen but for my personal earthquake. Violent spasms sma
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Contest--random piece “Evey? As in Eve? That’s original.” “It’s short for Evelyn. Now please, get out of the way. I’ve got work to do.” Lilith ignored her, instead choosing to follow her around the edge of the dance floor. “Who’s that up on stage?”Contest--random piece
“What does it matter?”
“He’s very pretty for a mortal. Don’t get so defensive.”
“Who’
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A Prince's Journey No. 5“Too cold,” Demitri said some hours later when they’d returned to their rooms for the night. They had just finished a sumptuous meal with the widowed king and the princess. Emma hung her long winter coat up by the door where it wouldn’t drip snow on the carpet and turned back to the prince. “What do you mean ‘too cold’? We’re inside.”A Prince's Journey No. 5
“I don’t mean the weather. I mean her.”
“The Princess?”
“Yeah,” he mumbled and frowned at the carpet.
“But she’s flawless!” Emma stared at him as if she&#
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I cannot decide if this is poetry or prose-- but either way it is beautiful. I love the way you divide it. The reader is forced to lung...
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| When the busy day is done And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds softly blow, And the crickets in the glen Chirp and chirp and chirp again; Where upon the haunted green, Faeries dance around their queen, Then from yonder misty skies Cometh Lady Button Eyes... Through the much and mist and gloam To our quiet cozy home, Where to singing sweetly low Rocks a cradle to and fro. Where the clocks dull monotone Telleth the day that's done, Where the moonbeams hover o'er Playthings sleeping on the floor, Where my weary wee one lies Cometh Lady Button Eyes. Layeth she her hands upon My dear weary little one, And those white hand overspread Like a veil the curly head, Seem to fondle and caress Every little silken tress. Then she smooths the eyelids down Over those two eyes of brown In such soothing tender wise Cometh Lady Button Eyes |
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O' course it doesn't make sense. Where's the sense in making any?
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telling detail. fresh detail. the good writers touch it often. the mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. the bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. ~bradbury 451
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O' course it doesn't make sense. Where's the sense in making any?
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telling detail. fresh detail. the good writers touch it often. the mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. the bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. ~bradbury 451
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O' course it doesn't make sense. Where's the sense in making any?
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"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." - Plato
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telling detail. fresh detail. the good writers touch it often. the mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. the bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. ~bradbury 451
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