They told me it was beautiful
Out today
But I wouldn’t have known
Sitting curled up in a chair
Behind closed curtains.
With every problem in the world
Prancing like shadows before my eyes.
They say it will be beautiful
Tomorrow
So I’m begging someone will come along
And cut the chain from the chair.
So I disagree with a friend
And It drives me round the bend,
It’s a friendship I can’t mend
So this fight will never end.
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The schools were a sham. I panicked. Looking down at the sidewalk.
Waiting to be bitten by a venomous reptile.
They became my neighbors. They withheld their poison until my back was turned.
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My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.
He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.
He doesn’t need a label. He’s happy just being. Unlabelled but not unhappy.
As we all should be.
Pic taken with my iPhone
I get a knot,
In the pit of my stomach,
When I become afraid,
Of the real,
Or imagined,
Even when the
Real angst
Is meaningless.
Those senses,
Imaginings,
So close,
And not
So far
Apart,
From each other,
Dictate how I feel,
And act.
That’s what makes
It so
Frightening.
Thanks Beaconblog for pic.
So the Mr Men books are sexist now. Some people have too much time on their hands. Leave the Mr Men books alone. Getting ridiculous.
Hollywood was a different place in the first half of the 20th century. Great movies, decency, modesty but powerful storylines and brilliant actors. And they did all the stunts themselves. We will never get back to the good old days, but thankfully we have it all on film. Respect for these guys.
It’s going to rain,
I can tell,
By the way I feel,
And the spit on my skin.
It’s going to rain,
I can tell,
By the cloud up above
And the look in your eyes,
It’s about to come down
Hard.
It was hard,
Watching my Dad
Staggering home from the pub,
Up the dark
Orange lit shadowed Street,
From our dusty greased window,
Two stories up,
Looking down,
Knowing,
When the key slipped into the lock
And he came through the door,
Into the house,
My life would never be the same,
Again.
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
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