Pen and Paper Stories. Vacation for the mind.
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Anxiety
Look – I’m notYou’re notIt’s notRightOr flight BecauseIt isI amLike youFight!
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The Giver
Painfully awareEvery nipAll the bitesThe goodAnd the wakes at night. And stillNature’s windsBecause it isAnd wasThe thing that gives.
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The Hunt
Lost wordsLost thoughtsLosing timeIs what I’ve got. Aimless wonderingFoolish speakCosting us allMaking you weak.
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The Story
To be born of the devilOnly to be born of yourself…Hurts the storyDoesn’t it?
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To Life!
For all the darkness,There is light!And so I turn…Away from the darkness-That serves no purposeThen to steal my life.
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Exist
Seconds and minutesAre never missedIt’s the hoursThat make the list… And sure there are daysAnd months tooThe longer the lengthThey matter to you… But when it’s overThe minutes are missedAnd then the secondsWhen we cease to exist.
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Why Me?
So many timesWhy not?Why not me?Now me?Now me!Why me?Why now?Punishment.In wanting-Not knowing.Then getting-No longer. . .Wanting.
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Imagination
Just imagineBefore todayKnowing moreThan yesterday. . .Now pretendIt’s the day beforeNow you knowSo much more!
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Chaos
Always in the face of madnessThe insurrectionOf the mindsOnly I’m different. . .Than the other kind.Bow to it now!Or submit!Just know-What you see-Is what you get!
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Change
I think change is scary …So terrifying …We push-Until everything is gone!Even if meant to be …So much faster. . . Suddenly only one thing is left. Why?
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Imperfect
I am not perfectNor have I claimed to be!For if I wereWhat would that mean? I do not know,And no way should I fare…It’s in imperfections-One might care… So I stayFlighty a bit!A little off at times…But it’s to keep my wit!
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Dear Sam. . .
Dear Samantha, I love youYou are amazingAnd I’m sorryYou felt crazy, andI was blindAnd now you are so farAgainst this or who you are… Dear Sam,This does not erase the truthWho we areOr being there for you…But stillYou are better than thisAll these liesAnd drug’s abyss. . . Dear SamanthaI pray for your healthClear eyesBeyond…
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Awaken
Oh, our melancholy waysSpring our cares to action… Let courage free our prisonsNot only of cement and bars… We must observe the delight of freedomWith strength found in our tasks- For to reflect on the futureOne must see with the soul in the mirror… And we will find daily strife has solutionsJust as nature awakens…
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Weighted Mind
Oh, clock remind me of quiet,Without regret of time…Forgive these delusions,Engrossed through red wine- Wind coming and beckons-The life of dead trees-Bending bare branches-And life to its knees… Stillness brings the dark,No matter sun or moon…Rising up and out-Before her whispers swoon… The owl hears outside the window,And takes flight in kind,Again, her voice gives…
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Daily Prompt:
How does death change your perspective? https://wordpress.com/tag/dailyprompt-1838 Death opens our eyes to pain and suffering. Pain and suffering are consequences for the living to bear until death rescues the burden. Unfortunately pain and suffering from death are then transferred in concentrated forms back to the living that will offer blessings and/or challenges to ones thoughts,…
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In Vain
To thinkA thoughtIs a pain When thinkingThat thoughtIn vain.
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Aging
A walk on the stairsUnaware my caresSo Dark!Balance in my prayersMy life in the glaresRemark!Toes now need repairsThe back took its sharesBenchmark! This poem is an example of poetic form lai. A lai is a 9-line rhyming scheme poem that follows an “aabaabaab” format. The “a” lines are 5 syllables and rhyme, while the “b”…
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Living
I live a longer lifeStumbling and living,To see you moreWith wrongs so giving… But less has the consequenceOf less days to live. . .So, fill my heartTo find a will to give… Through more goodbyesAnd changes too,If only I could share. . .But goodbye was so soon. I must honor your lifeAnd my gift of…
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Different
Crazy became different
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Manipulation
I think I knew who you were. .Before you did,And that’s hardBecause I loved you anyway…And now “The Empty”-Though predictable-Is sad nonetheless.
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Blur
It’s a tiny breakOf life itselfNo longer about the neededOr who I could help Just some minutesOf muted brainReleased of stressOr what was to gain It was a blessingAnd also a curseFor which sobrietyWould always blur.
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Victim
11/6/22. 5:40am – You fell down 2 stairs with Nala. Said people were there who weren’t (your parents and Jason). Kept getting out of bed to go to your parents or Brian’s at 8:30 in the morning thinking it was later. Thought you drowned something in your gallon of water and stated a fish was…
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Coward’s Weakness
Why? Why would you deny anyone their anchor? Whatever it may be? Unless to only show a coward’s weakness. You keep your weakness I have my anchor
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Day of the Dead
Watching your stupidity- That the living lasts
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Isolation and Peace
You wishWhat I am PerfectionTo K-Mart’s planI restIn perfectionSomehow different In your reflection Pay attention To my peaceIt is the answer To all you cease.
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You Know!
They don’t know who I amYet something to be…If I’m something to fear-Maybe just what you see… I’m not a lambAnd far from a devilBut I’ll challenge you!To meet your level There is a huntBut it’s inside the soulPaying a priceWhile saving a toll… And as you huffI’ll blowBecause everything you missedWas all that I…
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Crazy
Sometimes you just say NOTo crazyNonsenseAnd the lazy… Because lifeWas built on the realNot you…Or how you feel. So restWeep and weary-For in the morningYou’ll see more clearly.
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Excuse You!
You had everything to lose
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Lucky?
But I am fortunate to see life! To see God in my life.
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LIFE
Getting tiredIs part of the cycleIt comes with seasonsAnd I’m in the title … Life they call itIt comes and goesAnd if you are livingYou surely know- All is shortAnd often repeatedHistory you knowReveals the cheated… Until you eraseWorst to best-Confusion takes overAll of the west… But directionIs what many seekDespite the lossGone are the…
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