Now!
I shout, a deity, and mother nature bends her will
To please my quivering arrow.
My breath bows the boughs of mighty maples.
Shocking acid green against the purple.
I hope, in wrath, to pitch the pidgeons into bricks.
To crack so wide open, the sky I see my
God.
And yours..
And yours….
And that you finally find yours.
"Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it."
very deep and intriguing indeed..theatrical is what comes to mind
well done I enjoyed it!
Thank you!!
"Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it."
I've been taking a class in Western Civilization recently
this was a perfect theme to the story of my last 7 hours of studying
i decided it was worth it to push up
cool stuff
Lol, and here I am thinking it's still winter break. Maybe you ought to take a break from the books shedpog, don't go trying to manipulate mother nature into creating an apocalypse. I still have 11 months of living left!
and as always, thanks for the positive comments
"Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it."
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