Tag: Memories
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Yesterday
Some of my latest memories that made me happy during this tumultuous year. ——————————– Watch my not so proud moments, random acts, and live streams. Please feel free to comment, like, share, and subscribe. Song: Billie Holliday – Yesterdays (Junior Boys Remix) Patreon https://www.patreon.com/writenowandlater Social Media * Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/writenowandlater01/ * Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/writenowandlater * Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/writenowandlater […]
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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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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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Prodigal Son
I remember when I was 18 years old and quit my fast-food job. This was right after I graduated from high school. I told my mother that I wanted to take some time to “find myself”. She got angry and told me that the only place I would find myself was living on the porch. […]
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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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Feels
Snowflakes start their fall; Barely seen. Crashes on the terrain; Never heard. Touches on the skin; We remember.
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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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Inside Out
Wiley are the ways. Thoughts of a perfect ending are the illusion. Our imperfections are the unspoken truths. The things we do contradict the things we plan. Our mistakes often reveal our intentions.
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Journal
Gaining an hour on the eve of darkness; my fatigue becoming unsolvable. Even with sleep aids, I spend the night tossing and turning. The aches and pain are enough to drive me insane. My apprehensions are to blame. The cold air is foreshadowing a long and tumultuous winter. Maybe I should rip and burn the […]
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A Fun Weekend
Despite the fact that our air-conditioner stopped working at home this weekend, we made the most of our weekend.
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Fondly
I am not looking for fame; what I seek is something meaningful. Something people will remember fondly about me.
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Insensitive
The plot thickens; he played the game So timid, so close to victory, tasting a hint of defeat. The game of his life, trashed and trodden Beneath unexpected cowardice. Jack Daniels slowly evaporating Within the cool glass; nerves Growing numb to personal sentiments Listening to “insensitivity” plea for attention. Clinging to that moment, promising something […]
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Mid-Way
I can’t believe that we are in the month of July. The year 2016 is a cluster of bad news and professional frustrations. Nothing is what it seems. The world is a very cruel place. I fell into a very strong pessimistic mindset, which is tainting my views on life. My time spent writing has diminished. This […]
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Different
We press against the ones who push; we cannot hear the sentiments whispered by the remnants. We attempt to touch the sky, our dreams just on the edge of the sunrise. Things are different; this is a moment of conviction.
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Prince (1958 – 2016)
“When I’m writing [songs], some days the pen just goes. I’m not in charge and I’m almost listening outside of it. That’s when I realize that we all have to start looking at life as a gift. It’s like listening to a color and believing that these colors have soul mates and once you get […]
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Pot of Gold
We despise the sunset; the night taunts our sanity. Twilight beckons our slumber; we are not ready to sleep. We seek the sunrise; the day pretends to matter. Gusting winds hide our voices; pouring rain drowns our presence. Time spent walking, on the wrong side of the road. Meaning is a pot of gold at […]
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Eclipse
The loss of time disrupts the beauty of sleep. History continues repeating moments that we want to forget. We listen to the whispers of the past echoing against the subconscious walls. We feel the mental trauma as the emotional wounds reopen. This untoward generation forced upon us; hungry wolves tasting weakness on the flesh of kindness. We find difficulty maintaining the […]
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Memory Lane
I received an unexpected request to contact a childhood friend; I read the message with deep reflection and responded, “Not gonna happen.”
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Beguiled
Nothing is as it seems; illusions glimmer within the afternoon light. Daydreams, rolling cascades of fiction beneath a tired brow. Waiting… wondering… heartbeats of folly to fill the emptiness. Smiling now the mask hiding this naked pain; brightness of feigned joy illuminates this distinction of a fool.
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