Tag: amwriting
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WWE Storytelling Needs Improvement
WWE struggles with storytelling. The most recent example is Becky Lynch. This story was months in the making; Becky Lynch’s character set out to reclaim the WWE SmackDown Live Women’s Championship belt. Becky was the belt’s inaugural title holder. Since losing the belt, she has been fighting for opportunities to reclaim it. Her journey led…
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Five-Oh
I have spent several months assessing and appraising the details of my life. The investment in the worthless, believing in good ideas. The consumate overachiever wanting to prove that I can get the job done. I constantly look back at the disappointing outcomes. A complication is begging for confrontation. Mental cues are receiving a miscommunication.…
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Lame
Fractured smiles seeking hope. Limping along the crooked lines. Broken at the center of affection. Crippled for the sake of love.
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Scratches
The mirror doesn’t lie Despite the shattered pieces. Reflections of truth slicing Beneath the skin. An unbearable sight both before and after. The devastation fades But the scratches remain Promises and warnings; Reminders of the pain.
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Grateful
A child’s wish in the morning. Chalk drawn imaginations on the blank pavement. Story’s told along the clouds. Fables and fairytales. Musical delights. Joy indescribable. An old man’s dream in the night.
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Loose Lips
Speaking amidst the contemplation. Vocalizing our sincerest delights beneath the quilt of amendments. Priceless thoughts; our true life. Accounting for every word given. War poisoned our ideals. Vocabulary twisted unequivocally; Context now compromised and demonized. Watching every word taken. We no longer know what to say.
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Dry Despair
Blindness guided me. A storm wounded my soul Endless disarray. One bad decision times three. Bourbon counsels my sanity. Hoping for wisdom. Weeping without tears.
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Pretentious
I sleep in seconds, Unable to sustain this pretentiousness. My youthful stamina is dwindling. A weakness I work to keep hidden. There are times I want to surrender; giving in to my burdens. The darkness no longer Bargains with the light. One day, I will set my eyes On a beautiful sunset. Returning the favor…
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Nothing Ventured…
I have passed several months assessing and appraising the details of my life. The investment in the worthless, believing in good ideas. The consummate overachiever wanting to show that I can get the job done. I always look back at the disappointing outcomes. I have a sound heart and people have enslaved it. My death…
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Regardless
Woke up to a cold Autumn morning; The sunrise was hours away. Sleep wanted me to stay in bed, Thoughts of the moment denied its desire. A routine that was unchanged For so many decades. Ideas to remove the insanity; Destiny is the antagonist toward my best laid plans.
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Old Acquaintance
Awakening in the darkness; wanting the night to end. Avoiding the old acquaintance; waiting for a new sunrise.
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Aging
I once was young, and now I’m old. The voices of others in the room still telling me what to do. Selling ” what’s best” for me; they speak from self-interest and fantasy. Mirrors cracked and displaying my broken image. My identity is lost; only my shadow can seek refuge. The calamity of my thoughts;…
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Headstone
Lost at this place of twilight; this house desires to be a home. Walking along these haunted halls. Shadows rise from nonexistent light; wicked storms torment the dreams. De ja vu screams within the mirrors. There’s no one to kiss goodnight.
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Later
It’s high noon; my time is up. 3-6-5 counted against me. Running with faith, hope, and charity; I failed miserably. Loyalty is not a reason to stay.
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Transpire
Late into the night, we waited for things to transpire. A moment to restore our faith. Sleep brought about temptation. Holding on to the hope of light, in complete darkness. This morning, the sunrise was absent of sunlight. The sky is dull and gray. “Joy comes in the morning,” words spoken by the optimist. We…
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October
The weight of darkness gets heavy. I miss the early morning sunrise. The slow waves of anxiety. I can feel the ghosts lingering in the room. The air wreaks of old sentiments. A bottle of Kentucky Bourbon and the empty glass. The spirits filling this desolate space.
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