Tag: living
group name: onewordatatime
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January 06, 2007 09:35 AM EST --
For those of you who have missed it before , the way this works is everyone writes ONE sentence of the story. You can write as many sentences as you want but they have to be seperated by a sentence written . . . more
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September 30, 2006 08:30 AM EDT --
There is this "group" see, and they are pretty smart folks. But they are doing something dumb. If I try to tell them this, they will want to hurt me (with words of course). And they are . . . more
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September 30, 2006 08:20 PM EDT --
I'd tell but
You'd make a joke
I'd reach out
But you would flinch
I'd give but you wouldn't know
What went into this gift of heart
And how I wanted it to touch yours
I'd ask but . . . more
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September 26, 2006 07:09 PM EDT --
Late night writing
There is something to be said
For staying up most of the night
To clear ones busy head
Silence is what's healing
My soul this balmy night
I woke up broken, down and scared . . . more
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January 18, 2007 02:41 PM EST --
“Ethics, too, are nothing but reverence for life. This is what gives me the fundamental principle of morality, namely, that good consists in maintaining, promoting, and enhancing life, and . . . more
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September 26, 2006 11:54 AM EDT --
The sun shines...or so it seems.
Thrown into an abyss as I am, all that penetrates is a vague impression of occurrences once deemed so important. Day into night, night following day...what difference . . . more
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January 30, 2007 06:54 PM EST --
Joe was my client, as we called the folk who had disabilities at the developmental day program where I worked Joe was a short little guy, no taller than myself, very sprightly, and almost . . . more
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March 25, 2007 05:03 PM EDT --
It was summer and I hadn’t been married long. Bruce and I were up in Greenville visiting my cousin, Linda, and her husband Sammy. They lived down near the Saluda River in a mobile home; they were . . . more
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September 24, 2006 07:23 AM EDT --
Some people, when they get high, create masterful works of art. Some write, some paint, some write songs and enliven the hills with the sound of muuuuuuuu-siiiiiiiiic. I, on the other hand, . . . more
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October 19, 2006 07:47 AM EDT --
It's almost midnight. I'm sitting in the dark, smoking Blend 27s, watching Great Expectations with the sound down too low to hear over the fan blowing in the window. Keeping things quiet so . . . more
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August 31, 2006 08:33 PM EDT --
Writing is a form of self expression where I can communicate how I feel about life. I am still trying to find what my writing niche is. I also have recently been trying to write about some of the good . . . more
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March 03, 2007 06:33 PM EST --
I got home from work around 7pm and set my timer to 7 minutes of meditation followed by 30 minutes of yoga. While following the asanas on the yoga book I was aware of how I was reconnecting with . . . more
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September 18, 2006 02:37 PM EDT --
Reading about my grandmother's relationship with my mom, from grandma's point of view, is hard. They had a strained relationship. It makes me appreciate my relationship with my . . . more
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December 15, 2006 03:41 AM EST --
He set his half empty coffee cup on the small table, took a slow and deliberate drag from his cigarette then exhaled, stifling the sigh that came from within. What had happened to his life? . . . more
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September 10, 2006 02:18 PM EDT --
Mother Nature picked up her
paint brush this past week.
Stepping back to get a better view of the canvass,
she dabbed the tip of the brush in a little carmine
and started to make small delicate . . . more
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September 22, 2006 07:01 AM EDT --
Back to Work
Now I lay me down to sleep
a bag of chamomile left to seep.
Two days abed with cold and ache
tomorrow the alarm will awake.
Back to work I shall go
even if the nose need blow. . . . more
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January 20, 2007 07:26 PM EST --
Cast a dark, foreboding likeness of a soul
in shifting curves of bending light
upon which the evening takes its toll
hidden deep within the densest night.
It finds its way through corners of thickened . . . more
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October 02, 2006 08:54 PM EDT --
We only have two seasons in Scandinavia, but we have sixteen months; January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, November, November, November, November, . . . more
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October 06, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
The constant creaking that attended
her last years is lost to me.
I was two--
maybe a few months over--
when the motion stopped.
But I have pictures of a little me on
her legs in a rocking chair . . . more
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October 21, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
Old , wise Oak
So tall, so bare,
But one lone leaf
Still hanging there.
Brown and tattered,
Curled and dry,
Clinging to memories
Of Autumn passed by.
Old, wise Oak
So tall, so . . . more
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