Category: writing
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To my Poetic Style that inspires a lot of fights
Eng. 24 2016 The argument starts with my inspiration to write about the red velvet sweets that have tantalising legs, whom work on pch; but my girlfriend, doesn’t want me to write about sex. I take a wise repression to my devil emotions, that now change its directions, for my girlfriend. I write absurdly to…
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A Hipster with a time machine
English 26. 2016 You saw the Michael J fox’s caught up by Mcfly happiness, So you Biff a driver when you saw his machine that pities time, Fury lights made you glow in spinning plates. 88 is just two infinities standing in your style. Hipsters with time machines flux traveling wardrobes. You see the kick…
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It’s what you hear from the birds you swipe at.
Eng.24 2016 I try to protect my fluid emptiness that devils sport, my limit is the pills that dial the errors when i call home. I take my biology for physiology and explain the ape synap that tells me to fuck the world. I wait for black kid Speedsters to save shows and granulate my…
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Conditional Noise
Eng. 24 2016 Written in the shaking doors Is the world being tossed around. Life outside those doors is becoming dark as the turning clouds. Whose skies are stuck on dark steroids. Big, curled in shapes, and making thunder roar From those dark muscles. I’m afraid of the iron grip of the storm seating on…
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Departed Trail Book:1 Ch:6 Section:1
I was at a church conference half of Friday and half of Saturday morning when I started to get sick or at least worn out. Preachers talked about how Christ went after the sinner, the theft on the cross, and those that needed redemption for their actions. Of course I was in the spirit of…
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Departed Trail Book:1 Ch:5 Section:1
Jumping ahead to the meat of my life in a summarized manner. After the parties, my sister was left with my brother in law. He had built a beautiful stand for my sister; with a hanging black and white portrait of her beautiful braced smile. Of course there were sunflowers by her urn. Mementos from…
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Departed Trail Book:1 Ch:4 Section:1
“I wish to dream of blessings, that my dear Heavenly Father will start up a prayer within me, I wonder what it would say in my head. Would it be an equation to solve a list of questions; like: is she alive and renewed in a new infant body, in heaven and happy, died satisfied…
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Departed Trail Book:1 Ch.3 Section:1
“By the flowers of some dream, I can’t help but see you there at night arguing with me about everything we would argue and share. I would always stand stupidly before you crying, cause you were my second mother. There will be no love like yours in my life, no matter if I have a…
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Departed Trail Book:1 CH.2 Section:1
Back to the hospital. I walked to the benches, in the front of the Hospital discharge and pick up, where I sat down. Time passed and my eldest brother came out crying and I sat next to him to comfort him a bit before he left to go with a family friend that came with…
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Departed Trail Book:1 CH.1 Section:1
Vacant of a sassy smile along with unfocused eyes. I couldn’t find any familiarity in who laid before me. Struggling to be still as pumps struck her with some working purpose to keep her alive. I heard harsh breathing from her; where before I knew her laughter and loudness. There was a brownish dye to…
Departed trail & Bitter trials. 