Learn to not be so disappointed
when things don't work out
most won't
no matter how hard we try
how many tears we shed
how much sleep we lose
Loss is a condition
we can never escape
yet we can scarcely
bring ourselves to accept
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2013
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December
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- Incomplete Summation
- Accidental Obituary
- Finding The Root
- The Old Newness
- From Dirt
- Sleep
- To Be Humbled
- Other Windows
- How History Ages
- Gentle Grip
- What We Carry
- A Love Poem
- Instant Amnesiac
- I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE ANY OF MY HEROES
- My Halloween Year.
- g_ps
- unbending branch- even you must give to tempest ...
- On Loss
- My Thoughts Pile Up When I'm Tired And Need To Get...
- Idyllic
- Be unafraid in ridding yourself of useless clutter...
- Everything Breaking Down (Draft 3)
- Broken Pretty Things
- Full Tilt
- Ending the Sentence
- Future Past Lives
- Ms. Kacie
- Don't wake me from my warm cocoon.
- Only For You
- H.B.
- Tongue
- The Two of Us
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December
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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