sadness is the bane of life, yet it tastes so bittersweet
it becomes addictive, leaving you feeling incomplete so many dig for drama, only to be left sad and depressed. but isn't that the point of all this attention gathering?
The words won’t string together
I type and type Backspace. Backspace. Thoughts pour like a waterfall They plummet to the bottom. Splash. Splash. Plunk. Tears fall like love A girl falls in love. The guy never catches. Thunk. “Ouch”
Who Would’a Thunk It?
Thunk; informal or humorous past a Who would’a thunk it? Fifteen books Sliding piecemeal into six… Other’s bibliographies Whose credit lists go on and on In pages worn By use unceasing. Here sit I Noon sun high, Ablaze with phrase That turns into (most likely will) Ideas instilled With rhyme and substance, Probing, pressing cortex’ lobe Gushing, pushing out the job. Who would’a thunk, in any case, That it would form the base of hours Spent each day as child’s play? (Except that I’m grown up!) Who would’a thunk it? Who Would’a Thunk It? 8.16.2017 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin
think thought thunk!
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