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One Day We Were Done
It’s easy to be dragged down the hallways of excitement, Unable to turn away from the light of other’s lives, Caught up in answering questions that echo through humanity, Painting pictures with the color of commercials. They float burned up ashes as time strips away days in the real world, People paste smiles, blow kisses,…
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Pick Your ‘Poison’
No one likes to go out in rain; the cold driving kind that sinks into the bones. But I’m out in this rain because I left the apartment after Mom threw a vase at me. It was plastic, but still, she was clearly in a mood. I don’t want to be around when she’s like…
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Money Pit Or Home Sweet Home?
The uncertainty shook Deanna to the core. She trembled thinking about what could happen. The inspectors said the roof could collapse. The foundation was not much better. “A death trap” they called it. With all their funds depleted to buy the house cash, they ate noodles and jarred sauce, barely scraping together enough to keep…
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Looming Danger
There’s a moral to every story, but who wants morals tripping them up? Don’t worry, this story has only a warning. A man, Who lived by, ‘everything must bring enjoyment’, had many friends who loved to be around “Mr. Fun”. But when they were not fun to him, the gate closed without mercy, without a…
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Neutral Day
Thought Bubble #9 I knew the moment I woke up, Today would be a vapor of a day, As neutral as tepid water, A blank slate, that will not fill. No highs. No lows, Just breathing and Mindless work, Rote actions, Time passing. The day lived up to my premonition. Should I complain about such…
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Jewelry of Choice
Bitterness is a beaded necklace, made of small hurts, disappointments; forfeited expectations. Some beads are dull, unnoticed. Some glisten with sharp attention; diamonds not for love, but daggers for hate, resentment, ugliness. Take it off, Let the beads fall to the floor and crush them, before they hide some other place in your soul. And…
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