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Dementia | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. What’s Left to Say. January 23, 2016. Of your clouded mind. You retrieve these things. That I wish you would let pass. When the book is burned. For whatever it is. 8220;not right between us.”. And I tell you,. 8220;there is nothing to be sorry for.”. This life has punished you enough. I will bear the burden. Of all that was. That we wish wasn’t. I will set the book ablaze. And let the smoke. And all that was. And is today,.
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Poetry | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. July 30, 2016. You were so beautiful once. Both delicate and strong. Be it wind nor snow. No drought nor torrent. Could quell your spirit. Nothing could destroy you. Until the weeds slowly encroached upon your ground. And invaded your place. Thoughts as real as weeds. Strangling the rose bush. July 23, 2016. I saw you , Buck Moon,. Holding court with the stars. A cold silver queen. On a July eve. Seated at the gates of eternity,.
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Poem | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. July 30, 2016. You were so beautiful once. Both delicate and strong. Be it wind nor snow. No drought nor torrent. Could quell your spirit. Nothing could destroy you. Until the weeds slowly encroached upon your ground. And invaded your place. Thoughts as real as weeds. Strangling the rose bush. July 23, 2016. I saw you , Buck Moon,. Holding court with the stars. A cold silver queen. On a July eve. Seated at the gates of eternity,.
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Morning | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. August 10, 2015. In this bed I can no longer lie. The sun has broken through blackened sky. Gentle night now rests to bird’s sweet song. My peaceful dreams now broken and gone. With racing heart I rise to face the day. And let the ticking clock chase my demons away. 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:. Address never made public). Lil pieces of me. Taking...
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sadness | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. June 3, 2015. Why do these tears rise so close to the surface? Like the countless drops that fill the swollen river. And wait to overflow its banks,. So too do these tears wait to fall. They are tears of loss. Of the awareness that-. As the river washes away the earth-. Time washes away life. These tears will spring forth. From the most joyful moments. And flow from the impractical sadness. La Vita e’ Triste. June 12, 2014.
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dreams | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. The House Next Door. October 23, 2015. The flames of hell. The flame of the spirit. Legends of the dead. Bones in the woods. Sounds in the night. Midnight rapping on the door. Something crashing to the floor. The dog atop the stairs. The house next door. A cavernous red room. A feeling of doom. A dry fountain in back. The noisy silence of death. The song to which demons dance. The song of that place. Just the other night. One of...
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Poem | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. July 30, 2016. You were so beautiful once. Both delicate and strong. Be it wind nor snow. No drought nor torrent. Could quell your spirit. Nothing could destroy you. Until the weeds slowly encroached upon your ground. And invaded your place. Thoughts as real as weeds. Strangling the rose bush. July 23, 2016. I saw you , Buck Moon,. Holding court with the stars. A cold silver queen. On a July eve. Seated at the gates of eternity,.
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Coping | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. January 8, 2016. Over the past year, I have found myself making mathematical calculations and thinking thoughts like, “. Let’s see. Mom is twenty-seven years older than me. That means that when she was my age now I was fifteen years old. But it doesn’t feel like I was fifteen so very long ago. Shit. That went by really quickly. What if I only have twenty-seven more years? How lovely, these persistent thoughts are. So here’...
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An Impractical Sadness | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. June 3, 2015. Why do these tears rise so close to the surface? Like the countless drops that fill the swollen river. And wait to overflow its banks,. So too do these tears wait to fall. They are tears of loss. Of the awareness that-. As the river washes away the earth-. Time washes away life. These tears will spring forth. From the most joyful moments. And flow from the impractical sadness. This entry was posted in Poem. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. A Coll...
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Poets and Whores | Quirk N Jive
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Writing to Find Meaning. Skip to primary content. August 7, 2015. I was a virgin until I was twenty-four. How I wish I were a whore-. As I would have been called by the one who reared me. Back then I was of the belief. That carnal pleasures would bring me grief-. For I would incur the wrath. Of a god created. For which I never fully subscribed. But I see now. I see. That we were not meant to be. Saints belong to heaven. Earth is for God. And on earth there must also be. Love and kindness and decency-.
