Life did not wait
He knew
when he saw
them walking by.
She did not turn her
head, she didn't
see him,
didn't need to.
He might as well
no longer exist.
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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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2014
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February
(34)
- small
- Observe / d
- Settling my debts and sorrow I'm not coming back ...
- Honest Man, what lies have you heard?
- Psychic Realtor
- Arrow's Pace
- A Lie & A Truth
- variants
- Not Trying
- Sanitarium Cigarettes
- Lessened
- Fall in love Fall into life.
- When Sunday is Friday
- Inevitable Endings
- Now I fall with determined inevitability.
- Venus Dejected
- befriending strangers without ever meeting why r...
- Every death is little.
- The Escape From Eternity
- I don't want your song to be a memory of the yo...
- Away
- Of Bourbon
- Tears
- Sleepless Haiku
- Ghost Collector
- Tona-Tiuh (Round, Hot, Pulsating)
- Exit Strategy
- wake up late bother no one rain on the window
- My face a mask I cannot remove
- small change
- stop hitting the wind
- use your mouth empty your mind fill it up again
- (untitled/unfinished)
- Driving the 5
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February
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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