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Some times are hard Some times are chaotic Some times are missed Times are summed up by events and people measured by some ticktocks. Sometimes hello leads to tearful goodbyes Sometimes hello is never answered but by an echo This is neither goodbye or hello, really it is a wash. Tears streaming, sink full of soapy hot water, Day dreaming, ... Facebook, email, news, takes me away from what I oughta decide to do. This not a goodbye to poetry, this a hello to all things, especially only writings. So to stay true to me, I will be writing free, followed by edit-ting, stories in my veins, will be pumped from my heart, life is easily wasted, the bottle of red tasted, spirit of distraction, let me go. You don't need me to change your world, take those reins but be aware writers, strange as it seems, are targets of any and all who are within range to silence many. This will always be a place where words fill my small space in the cloud, or word spoken out loud. I will write. I will share. I will wrestle on the spur of the moment or transfer my words from paper that cuts till I bleed black, sometimes sometimes I read sometimes I write sometimes I find the self.
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Sometimes
Some times are hard Some times are chaotic Some times are missed Times are summed up by events and people measured by some ticktocks. Sometimes hello leads to tearful goodbyes Sometimes hello is never answered but by an echo This is neither goodbye or hello, really it is a wash. Tears streaming, sink full of soapy hot water, Day dreaming, ... Facebook, email, news, takes me away from what I oughta decide to do. This not a goodbye to poetry, this a hello to all things, especially only writings. So to stay true to me, I will be writing free, followed by edit-ting, stories in my veins, will be pumped from my heart, life is easily wasted, the bottle of red tasted, spirit of distraction, let me go. You don't need me to change your world, take those reins but be aware writers, strange as it seems, are targets of any and all who are within range to silence many. This will always be a place where words fill my small space in the cloud, or word spoken out loud. I will write. I will share. I will wrestle on the spur of the moment or transfer my words from paper that cuts till I bleed black, sometimes sometimes I read sometimes I write sometimes I find the self.
You can write to entertain you can write to sustain, make it pure make it plain, from your own heart.
darrell-wade-elverum
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Canadian
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
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