I missed it.
All the minutes,
ganged up on me in ambush,
crushing me in an instant.
Slipping by,
In plain sight and in darkness,
they mounted their assault,
with a relentless, compassionless
determination.
And I missed it.
Sure, I saw the hours
pass by like cars in traffic.
I saw the days,
flow through light and dark.
And yes, the months,
that came and went with the seasons.
But I missed the minutes,
the magical moments
that held the keys of true happiness,
the gift of God we often overlook,
until they’re gone.
I missed it,
but not as much
as I miss her.
I lie in bed,
red streams,
beams, into tired eyes.
Why's, run through my head,
dead, to an 'outside' world,
hurled, from my dreams.
Seems that I wake,
break, into a day,
way off center.
Winter is near,
here to freeze,
seize, my soul.
i feel a need
to Cum-
mings again.
if i ever
wasn't not going
to do it,
now is not the time.
why would i
can't do nothing
i shouldn't be
able to do?
even as i write
this, my hair grays
as the words
fade.
The sky was perplexed
with the idea of black
and white and blue
and gray.
But the sea didn't mind,
it had seen worse
and better
and all points in between.
But the moon just laughed,
observing,
with a perfect smile,
above all.
And I,
I stood alone,
watching, oblivious
to all the fervor.
Thinking,
about my pitiful life
as the world
left me behind.
I
I would ask you
to be my sunburn,
not so my skin crawls,
but to feel the warmth.
in my bones,
I feel the earth
move
I would ask you
to cut my throat,
so I can feel my blood
flow. (emo I know)
a wet smooch
of rain drops
War,
a battle we all fight,
with one demon or another,
a person,
a thing,
a drug,
a vice,
ourselves
War,
a necessary thing,
to truly be alive,
we must fight,
to live,
to fight.
War,
without it there is no love,
no joy,
no peace,
for without a fight,
what is a thing worth?
War,
it gives us everything we need,
to survive,
to prosper,
to be alive.
I missed it.
All the minutes,
ganged up on me in ambush,
crushing me in an instant.
Slipping by,
In plain sight and in darkness,
they mounted their assault,
with a relentless, compassionless
determination.
And I missed it.
Sure, I saw the hours
pass by like cars in traffic.
I saw the days,
flow through light and dark.
And yes, the months,
that came and went with the seasons.
But I missed the minutes,
the magical moments
that held the keys of true happiness,
the gift of God we often overlook,
until they’re gone.
I missed it,
but not as much
as I miss her.
I lie in bed,
red streams,
beams, into tired eyes.
Why's, run through my head,
dead, to an 'outside' world,
hurled, from my dreams.
Seems that I wake,
break, into a day,
way off center.
Winter is near,
here to freeze,
seize, my soul.
i feel a need
to Cum-
mings again.
if i ever
wasn't not going
to do it,
now is not the time.
why would i
can't do nothing
i shouldn't be
able to do?
even as i write
this, my hair grays
as the words
fade.
The sky was perplexed
with the idea of black
and white and blue
and gray.
But the sea didn't mind,
it had seen worse
and better
and all points in between.
But the moon just laughed,
observing,
with a perfect smile,
above all.
And I,
I stood alone,
watching, oblivious
to all the fervor.
Thinking,
about my pitiful life
as the world
left me behind.
I
I would ask you
to be my sunburn,
not so my skin crawls,
but to feel the warmth.
in my bones,
I feel the earth
move
I would ask you
to cut my throat,
so I can feel my blood
flow. (emo I know)
a wet smooch
of rain drops
War,
a battle we all fight,
with one demon or another,
a person,
a thing,
a drug,
a vice,
ourselves
War,
a necessary thing,
to truly be alive,
we must fight,
to live,
to fight.
War,
without it there is no love,
no joy,
no peace,
for without a fight,
what is a thing worth?
War,
it gives us everything we need,
to survive,
to prosper,
to be alive.
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 6 by salshep, literature
Literature
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 6
Welcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.
Part 6 "Where's Ruth?" Tom Cried, Ruthlessly
Throughout the rest of this series I've explored various 'roleplay-isms' which are fine in the RP environment but don't automatically translate well into fiction. This article deals specifically with 'attributions', which are the 'he said' / 'she said' part of dialogue.
It's a generally accepted practise in fiction writing to keep attributions in dialogue simple and to not overdo it with synonyms for the word 'said', like 'shouted', 'whined' and '
*1*
行く年や机の上に本の山
yuku toshi ya tukue no ue ni hon no yama
the passing year-
a mountain of books on my desk.
*2*
粥の湯気めがねに白い世界かな
kayu no yuge megane ni shiroi sekai kana
steaming hot porridge-
through the glasses
a white world!
*3*
寄せ鍋の箸合戦を遊びけり
yosenabe no hashi gassen wo asobi keri
steamboat-
we spar with chopsticks.
*4*
夜通しに唄う
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Such a tragedy for sure. My thoughts and prayers go out to all the families of the victims. Such senseless violence and inhumanity is inexcusable in every respect and form. There will be a special place on hell for this man and those who commit atrocities like this.
I know the knee-jerk reaction is to look at the guns, but really we have to look at people and the nature of Man (meaning everyone), and that is the point of what went down. The point of what went down is that sometimes people can be evil, not insane (although to most of us this is insanity), but really it's just an evil man that did an evil act. It happens everyday, in all parts