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    dots Submission Name: write by numbersdots

    Author: isabella
    Elite Ratio:    5.56 - 803/905/472
    Words: 292
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       well... 'cause i'm a weirdo. not a wacko.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotswrite by numbersdots

    and some days i swish around without a care in the world. there is no heavy here. no is or isn'ts. no couldawouldashouldofs or regrets that linger (like a shadow can sometimes, when it's looking for a host).

    i didn't pick up any crayons today.
    sky was blue. sun was yellow.
    and clouds?
    clouds would have been white
    if there were some.
    but there wasn't one.

    birds chirped and flew
    (chirped and flew)
    in the way birds do
    when they cheep and fly


    even dandelion desires seem
    more hopeful than my own
    as they tumble over
    queen anne's lace.
    i lay on still water,
    twirl love
    into figure eights,
    and know it is enough
    to dream upon
    under a sunday sun.

    we are lived in people, tom and i. both grateful and surprised at why we are still living. yes. life can be hard. hard. hard. like a big fat dick that wants to rip you apart. and will. but you heal. eventually. and learn that experience has a price.

    see, what i believe, (and i am not well read and most likely will never be), is that God loves me. no matter what. i live with my choices. that is my sin. the hard of it. the heart of it. there is no such thing as punishment.

    life is short.

    living it is even shorter.

    this heart letter word sentence misplaced semi-colon; non-paragraph of nothing much and all i've gots is everything why?


    i am where i am
    supposed to be.

    Submitted on 2014-06-04 07:21:28     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      you're quite the gem. how you wrap it up. we can't live life in every moment. we sleep. sure we dream, but sometimes we sleep dreamless. well we can't remember them all. you have the most radiant and pragmatic form of optomism. real enough to have edges, but eloquent enough to touch and be touched by without fear. your words sing. Jazz. Classical. yep. i'm gonna listen to some jazz. Smooth.
    | Posted on 2014-06-08 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]
      won and done
    too be true
    tree pierced stars
    forever mute

    equations seem
    too angular
    to fill my dreams

    with theorems
    as my twisted wit
    would pattern shift
    both write and left...
    | Posted on 2014-06-05 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      There are reasons, good, bad and the ugly or not so much. It all unfolds just the way it should...whether we see it for what it is or not. Why ?because...and there's no right or wrong answer. It is what it is...period.
    Every step taken is a footprint you can't fill again so don't look back and wish you had worn different shoes...just doesn't make a difference.

    What does make a difference is the light you reflect upon it on...find the silver lining and try to wear better shoes (smile).

    This light loves basking in your light...it's always so comforting!

    My shells from the peanut gallery...all cracked up
    | Posted on 2014-06-04 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]
      Yes my anything to me of everything. Unfortunately it's 'not even nobody (know where or)nowhere saying nothing to me, and I still want to fight. I ask God to give me the strength to meet my enemies and hope that the superiority of the detente I incur will take the planet by force!!! If everybody held their futurity cudgel in hand like they owned it, and yet conceded that everybody else had a right to their space perhaps it could become the panacea it seems to appear. Sort of a power to the people type of movement. I dickness grow so tired of the dildo monger-ness the voyeurs would have us suffrage I could kill.

    | Posted on 2014-06-04 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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