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“Dear God, please help him cry one last time. Make him see clearly the errors of his ways, then nudge him onto the path of recovery and grace”
– prayer for the fallen
10 Phrases to Remove From Your Life
1. I should have …
2. I shouldn’t have …
3. I ought to …
4. I can’t …
5. I wish I’d …
6. I guess I have to …
7. If only I’d …
8. Yes but …
9. I could never …
10. I’m not (good enough/ smart enough/ talented enough/ lucky enough …)
Also really handy as writing prompts…
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“Sometimes the only thing he could do was to consume large quantities of mead and then retreat to the shower room. He would stand in the dark, contemplating the woes of life until the hot water turned cold”
– from The Man Who Couldn’t Think, a series of short stories containing words, sentences and paragraphs. The printed version contains some empty pages. There are no pictures.
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“Life is too deep for words. So don’t try to describe it. Just live it.”
— C.S. Lewis
But if we did not try and describe it there would be no poetry!
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These were the end of days
These were the times of silence
After the clocks stopped ticking
Before the earth stopped spinning
These were the end of days
These were the times of solace
After the sun stopped rising
Before the everlasting darkness
fell
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Death By A Thousand Feathers
chained to fluttering pick-up drones / our binary stars colliding / uncoordinated corruption / leaving wings burnt / and CPU restarting
Note: title inspired by title of poem by @asorcererpoet .
Ministry of Lust
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Pebbles mixed with Grains of Salt
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Shamed as New Underwear; soiled
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
No Humour laughed as Passion swooned
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Pride stood and fell; fooled
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Envied Tounge bit the Dust
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Silent Hills in darkness; filled
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Death was present; all around
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
The Feedback too Strong; Down Down Down
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Fish swam the Oceans; wordlessly
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Taxes rose as Pebbles watched; dreaming
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Passion stumbled on Fish; leggings
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Death lurking in Hills; barren
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
No Humour met Taxes; heartly agreeing
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
as he reached the summit; empowered and
humming
humming a song
of trust
of hope
of lust
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Bow of Hope
My purpose here is to write bad poetry, for you to get inspired and write better, so that in the end I get to read about our darkest hours wrapped up in dreams with a bow of hope