After missing over a week of words, I feel the most appropriate form of penance is to compose a plethora of piacular poems. Read on, faithful follower.
Gotta love words whose definitions oppose one another. Inherent contradiction brings interesting ideas to light (especially given the sacred realm of this one). Check out Freud's The Uncanny.
maybe i should just stop trying so hard. i mean, i still need to be focused writing reading singing laughing cooking but i can loosen up and not be a prescriptionist about everything or perhaps not.
Too afraid to stand and fight; Too much pride to fly away. Cowardice: immobilize Egos lacking skill to play! Games of conflict can’t be played By those afraid to deal a hand. Flightless birds avoid their call Ostriching heads in the sand. Thanks, Trifecta for the prompt, which requested an animal name be used as a verb. I figured I might as well ignore the dictionary and make my own...flightless birds have always intrigued me, anyhow.
i look back on this year and i see a big waste of 365 days. what did i do with all this time? what do i have to show? a whole lot of nothing, my pockets emptier than before my heart more broken than before. i have less today to hold close than i had a mere 30 days ago my father doesn't breathe this air anymore dead dead dead and it hurts to think that i spent all those years building nothing and i hurts to think that i ran away from home in a sense that i wasted three years with a guy who didn't give a shit about the family who cares more for me than we ever let on. is there something wrong with me that keeps me from shouting out how much i love these people? i don't know why it's so difficult to speak so difficult to express how much i cherish our moments how little i make of the little time we have together is it a mistake to let things just be should i strive for more purpose or just bask in the joy that is togetherness? why do i always need to m...
Gotta love words whose definitions oppose one another. Inherent contradiction brings interesting ideas to light (especially given the sacred realm of this one). Check out Freud's The Uncanny.
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