ImageryWhen my feet it the stage I can feel a change Like the wolfman when the moon is high The stage lights are my moon in a starry sky I am a priest in humble robes of unassuming brown Or reverent black I am a round-faced grumpy New Yorker who’s Down on his luck Or a proper English business man who’s late for a meeting And has lost his mac. I almost rue the curtain falling and applause of the crowd For ripping me from my reverieImagery
Flash PoetryDreams are hollowed logs That form passageways to other worldsFlash Poetry
And reverberate throughout your soul With an intense and secret feeling Forgetting vanity you crawl through To the other side into the light again.
Winter is a grandfather. Dusty white on top So very in love with sleep. He’s patient and slow, Fond of bare gnarled wood and sleeping trees
Anger is a doorway A massive solid door of black oak and iron Set in a wall of stone It stands immovable between you and joy Closed to those without the key of forgiveness
KnowledgeKnowledge is power, Therefor ignorance is weakness. Ignorance is bliss, Therefor knowledge is suffering. The powerful suffering so that the weak are happy. So should the world work.Knowledge
Journal entries, 11-2-05"Why arnt you writing?" she asked. Im sorry, I said, but there just isnt anything there. Of course there is, she said, but there wasnt. I felt as if the back of my head were missing, from the neck up behind the top of my head. Gone. And if you looked inside youd see and empty head. Just clean, bare, emptiness. Hold on though, as you look something moves. You can see a small spinning black dot floating in space. Watch it! its growing larger till its about the size of a plate, swirling with black and grey and dark blue. Its...mesmeriziJournal entries, 11-2-05
CALIFORNIA!
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Do you want a banananana?
I love your story too, I'm glad you can relate to it.
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Do you want a banananana?
The rain in the desert sometimes just comes on and it's pretty tumultuous and then leaves, but most of the time it's just normal clouds rolling in and then drizzling rain. Of course "most of the time" is about 1-2 weeks out of the year.
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Do you want a banananana?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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And I also wanna say hell yeah
''BD ~"forget the cookies we have YAOI "~
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