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My oldest nephew discovered the TV show "Inside of the World's Toughest Prisons" and we watched an episode together. I will not comment on the prisons, but that reporter is quite something.
He purports himself to be a cautious man fearing for his safety.
Yet he frequently tries the prisoners' restraint by asking questions that may well be equivalent to "You wouldn't dare punch me in the face, would you?" - or worse.I had a health-related close brush with death. Naturally, I wrote a cheesy poem about it.
Writing Prompt - Envy's Poem Thread
Roses are red, Violets... wait, aint they violet? How did I ended here? I cant rime.forum.scribblehub.com
I confess, despite the glaring typos and errors, I enjoy reading my own chapters. Then I swear I will fix those typos the next time I get to editing. Only to neglect doing so. Classic foolishness.
I enjoy reading my own chapters much more than I enjoy writing them.
I prefer writing poetry.
Unfortunately, I do not always prefer reading poetry.another bad day, another reason to write a pitiful poem. the flashbacks have been increasing recently.
moonless the night
starless my sky
I find no rest
after our fight
- excerpt from "many for one"Fellow insomniacs, do you know that sensation of walking in two worlds? One world is "reality", the other a mere projection of the mind. One sound, one sight, one smell, a mere trifle is enough to invoke that transformation. Rather than replacing one world with another, it is as if you were in two places at the same time.5:45 AM, boiling breakfast it came over me, that glorious feeling of being alive.
Red River of Glory
Writing Prompt - Envy's Poem Thread
One-Two, One-Two... and Then a Nap: The Fine Art of Multitasking (Sort Of) " I hummed, a steady pace—the campus wakes, feeling fresh, dressed well, I came. One-two, one-two, through steps each day takes, not lost, not sure, but here just the same. Weeks unfold, the pace, measured, dreams grow...
ebb, surge - red iron flows
good air is spread wherever it goes
expand, contract - by muscles beat
bad air's expunged from head to feet
but more is there in this red tide
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