The next time I think of you
I want it to be brief,
the kind of contemplation
a child gives the small brown leaf
smuggled indoors under his boot;
a momentary blur of syllables
before he discards it in the trash.
As it is now,
I see far too clearly each brittle vein
crinkling fine lines that stretch onward,
finally veering away from wretched pain and rage,
yet with no certain path.
My memories of you
are like fallen leaves,
composting sentiments and insights quietly
into fertile ground for life.
















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"It's all right to be afraid, . . . because this part won't be like a comic book. Real life doesn't fit into little boxes that were drawn for it."
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"It's all right to be afraid, . . . because this part won't be like a comic book. Real life doesn't fit into little boxes that were drawn for it."
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"D.A.Mckeown"
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
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"It's all right to be afraid, . . . because this part won't be like a comic book. Real life doesn't fit into little boxes that were drawn for it."
nice poem
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My avatar is a mouse...
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It's times like these that I wish I could set people on fire with my mind.
the kind of contemplation
a child gives the small brown leaf
smuggled indoors under his boot;
You wrote a wonderful piece.
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He had a cloak of gold
And eyes of fire
And as he spoke I felt a deep desire
To free the world of its fear and pain
And help the people to feel free again
From “The Wizard" by Hensley/Clark (Uriah Heep)
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Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like "struggle." To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now--and to go on caring even through times that may bring us pain." - Fred Roger
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