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If I | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. If I were not a man. I would tear you from my womb. Erase the tears from my shoulders. The smiling scars inside my desolate heart. I would erase them. Letting the relentless ache slowly fade away. Leaving not a single trace. That there ever was a you or I…. March 18, 2014. This entry was posted in poem. And tagged desolate heart. 3 thoughts on “ If I. March 18, 2014 at 6:49 am. This went straight for the heart. Beautiful verse. March 18, 2014 at 11:17 am. April 1, 2014 at 4:52 am.
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Poetry in my own words. Just wasted life…. July 12, 2014. May 7, 2014. I will speak my mind anyway. Even though you see every word of it laid squarely at your feet. Believing in your own wretched lies. A web of deception. No longer any lines. Can no longer tell a truth from a lie. Careful of the deceit you weave. For karma’s a bitch. And soon I hope she will pay you a visit…. April 1, 2014. Tagged Deny Deny Deny. A hand from above. Not letting me drown. Away from the blackness. Soaring to new heights.
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Pardon | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. I will speak my mind anyway. Even though you see every word of it laid squarely at your feet. Believing in your own wretched lies. A web of deception. No longer any lines. Can no longer tell a truth from a lie. Careful of the deceit you weave. For karma’s a bitch. And soon I hope she will pay you a visit…. April 1, 2014. This entry was posted in poem. And tagged Deny Deny Deny. One thought on “ Pardon. April 25, 2014 at 6:05 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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From Short Stories to Cinema and Television | Slow Writer
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A quiet place to practice the craft. From Short Stories to Cinema and Television. Asymp; 3 Comments. While I recover from my wonderful, yet exhausting, week of my family visiting (I’ve forgotten how BUSY one 11-month-old can be! I share with you an interesting post I came across on my other blog. This post is from Vintage45’s Blog. I’m working on my first short story, therefore, studying the short story form. I may watch the movies to see the screenwriter’s/director’s interpretations. Larr; Previous post.
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Gin Rummy Birthday (updated) | Slow Writer
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A quiet place to practice the craft. Gin Rummy Birthday (updated). In 100 Word Stories. Asymp; 17 Comments. Mom shouted and cursed from the couch. Her scotch-soaked rant incoherent, as usual. Me and Dad played Gin Rummy at the kitchen table, sharing the cake he brought home for my twelfth birthday. He remembered I liked pink roses. 8220;I am disgusted! 8221; Mom yelled, so hard that her false upper teeth slipped from their hold and fell into her lap. 8220;You mean,. Larr; Previous post. Next post →.
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The 100 Word Story: Discipline and Creative Brevity | Slow Writer
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A quiet place to practice the craft. The 100 Word Story: Discipline and Creative Brevity. Asymp; 7 Comments. How to write 100 words. I need discipline, damn it! I’ve had two stories rolling around in my head for sometime now. One I see as a shorter, flash fiction piece; another as a full-length short story. I have other snippets that I see as fitting into stories in the future. Maybe into micro-fiction 100 word stories? I sit down to the keyboard and I’m not “slow writer,” but. Surprisingly, I am exhilar...
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Just a Note | Slow Writer
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A quiet place to practice the craft. Asymp; 6 Comments. Family in town, so I won’t be ’round, until after the weekend of next. Have a good one! From “The Pumpkin” by John Greenleaf Whittier. On Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West,. From North and from South comes the pilgrim and guest;. When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board. The old broken links of affection restored;. When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,. What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye,.
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Fragile | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. May 7, 2014. This entry was posted in Depression. And tagged Barren Wasteland. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Follow Blog via Email.
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Drowned | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. A hand from above. Not letting me drown. Away from the blackness. Soaring to new heights. Just watching me fall. A short moment in my time. March 22, 2014. This entry was posted in poem. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new posts via email.
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