NaPoWriMo
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It’s strange how fast time goes sometimes. It seems like it was only this morning that I was writing the poem for Day 26. Funny how that works eh? Ah well, if I can get past this last blank page, I’ll have made my deadline. Let’s see what’s left in the bottle… shall we? …
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I think I mentioned last time that things get a little strange once the creativity starts flowing. Well, hopefully I can finish on a slightly more normal note. A Note To My Therapist A dream perhaps and yet more real, than I have known before. How can I know the truth of it, what’s…
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Sometimes when I wrench open the creative valve, the weirdest things get washed out. On Ghosthunters A figure faintly seen at night, there in the empty place. If you could gain a closer view, would you gaze on it’s face? It walks there every night alone, even when it’s not seen. Would you…
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Yay! Day 27 complete. Only three more to go before bed. Or maybe tomorrow. We’ll see how if there’s anything left in the old “creative juice” bottle. Lost Youth When we were young we did not think, beyond the present day, We lived our lives just for right now, we knew no other way.…
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So I’m more than a little behind again. But I’m still in there trying. This is the first of five that I have to post to make the target by month’s end. Write Until I Die I am behind again I fear, this verse is some days late. I offer no excuse to you, ’tis…
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I’m a big science fan and am fascinated by the drive to Mars and beyond. Excited to see what wonders I will see and dreaming of what lies beyond. A Farewell To Earth To travel far where none have gone, and see what none have seen, The sands of Mars, the asteroid belt, to…
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So, it’s day 24 and it’s a beautiful sunny day. The birds are chirping and you can almost see the back garden coming back to life after it’s long winter sleep. I absolutely love the Springtime. The Best Season The shining sun, the singing birds, you almost hear things grow. That sense of rebirth…
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So… here we are… caught up again for the moment. I just have to figure out what to catch up with. Creating Ghosts We all carry our ghosts with us, bits of our past that cling. Of choices that we now regret, that baggage that we bring. The ones we hurt, the ones we…
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No real idea where this came from. Just started putting words down and let them take the shape they wanted. It’s no less true for all that. My Truth There must be some comfort in faith, in knowing what is true. In knowing if you walk the line, good things will come to you.…
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Okay… so it should have been day 21. I’ve got a lot going on right now, so it’s not feasible to write every day. I figure I’ll settle for writing thirty poems in thirty days just not necessarily one a day. A Writers’ Sin These words these words and more words still, how sick of…
Brain Bits To Go 