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jr-matheny
American My name is Josh. The writings that occupy this page are the results of my decision to try my hand at poetry.
Branches dance bare blissful breeze coming warmth soon to be
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Haiku?
Is this the place for my shoddy meanderings? Does this digital veil afford me a sense of anonymity? The people of this world care nothing for my troubles, yet the need to share draws me to this desk. If only to undo the biting constraints modern life so generously affords. I have no right to declare my hopes, pains, and loves of no value to the populace. If not worth anything else, OUR words may allow us to touch one another if only for a Minute.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Freewrite #1
This house of books with it's smell of timeless words, forgotten worlds, and the human substance. Brings me a small piece of peace. A shelter from the storm that rages outside these walls.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
Visit your local Library.
I cringe watching my daily replay. My thoughts of change being just that, thoughts. Thought never fully brought forth into the distant light of reality. The ceiling mocks me as I lay in bed in the depths of the night, plating seeds of a new day in infertile soil. My position here has become one of frustration. I can't help but laugh at feeble attempts of reaching higher ground. Treading water here in this cesspool of stale emotion does not bother me. I only wish to see the shore.
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 3:00 AM UTC
Thoughts
Do not fret my son, For the inky depths of night are false. The sun with all it's power and glory, stalks the shadows and lurks behind every black veil. Waiting to break the blanket of black, Illuminating all in sight. When the velvety cloak of darkness swallows you, remember, Illumination is waiting to permeate the bleak and bask you in the light.
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Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
Illumination
I cannot recall, the fragrance of your hair nor the sound of your voice. I am not filled with intricate pictures of our time together. Only the absence of your presence.
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
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