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Escape, a poem
What can I say? Live well on your terms. I felt trapped in endless daysmudanely moving from play to play;eat, sleep, work, repeat;shit, the sameness of my days left me beat.I drowned my sorrow with drugs and boozeusing hopeless futility as an excuse.But this only made me lose;job, family, friends and favor.Then I did a…
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War of all kinds, a short story
Jack and Jill were already gathering their gear when Lieutenant Miles entered the barracks. As always, he smiled broadly, almost beaming, earning him the nickname Lieutenant Smiles. ‘We need you pronto’, Smiles says, speaking without disturbing his smile. ‘Ah, good, you already know! Excellent!’, incredibly Smiles’ smile widens, ‘I’ll give you a ride to the…
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Miss’s, a poem
To a large extend we are formed by our experiences. At some point though we have to take charge and set the tone of our existence. A perfect life is impossible. The best we can do is to be present and put ourselves out there. Participate in life. Mingle, love, learn, laugh, screw up or…
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Mistakes, a poem
I saw something on YouTube that resonated with me. Nobody likes being wrong. Everyone hates making mistakes. This is often programmed into us by parents, school, friends and peers. Mistakes are highlighted, talked, laughed and cried about. Avoiding mistakes can lead to inaction. When you do nothing you cannot fail right? Wrong! Doing nothing is…