My writing head is stuck up my ass.
chadwick
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To write, I can not.
Thoughts fragmented across this day.
Lately, I felt it that way.
Here, I can not stay.
Bodily fluids running on dying cells beneath my flesh.
I feel I am vaporizing like water.
Pen wanting to be in this hand, I can not hold onto the flowing ink stick.
Over-worked under both skies, my eyes.
Sunshine morning salmon with lunar road beams nightly lead me onward.
To write, I can not.
Thoughts fragmented across this day.
Lately, I felt it that way.
Here, I can not stay.
Bodily fluids running on dying cells beneath my flesh.
I feel I am vaporizing like water.
Pen wanting to be in this hand, I can not hold onto the flowing ink stick.
Over-worked under both skies, my eyes.
Sunshine morning salmon with lunar road beams nightly lead me onward.
To write, I can not.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Glad I could help ya out in the chuckles department.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Come lay with me among a lush earth of emerald grasses and wild horses running spirits.
Tomorrow I will bring you a new morning dawn, you will give me the moon tonight.
We intertwine ourselves weaving through the intergalactic root systems of time.
Grains of sand build dreams in our pillows hourglass as we drift away.
Gracefully flowing around me your hair is my river taking me out to an open sea.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Whoops.
This was to be it's own thread thingy.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
That's what the Internet is for, yes. Publishing stuff no fucker even reads, let alone likes. That's its beauty. It's like vanity publishing, without the royalty cheques. You might get the odd
I liked this.
But you know damn well the fucker never read it, because they replied to it two minutes after you posted it.
d) trying to work up the nerve to post some of their poetry.
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I don't think constructive criticism is a good idea in a situation like this. No one is claiming to be professional, it seems to be mood, emotion, & thought sharing instead.
It's more appropriate to use concert etiquette in a situation like this...you only say something if you have something nice or positive to say, otherwise...a zipped lip is better!
What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger.
So the saying goes.
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Yes Justly I'd say you're right.
I was merely stating a fact about my mood, emotion here lately.
I am quite overloaded with work these days.
I just did my time-card today at work.
I am getting the average of 80 hrs a week.
Hard to write under that kinda work enviroment.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I guess anything's better than indifference, in the end.
ja, mon.
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