Sometimes I feel like
I create a molasses
pit for me to walk
Tag: life
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Pacing Yourself is Imperative, Difficult
Some things are drawn out:
death and likely other ends.
Trying to slow down.
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GUEST SUBMISSION #8 – “The Way I See It”
by Mike “Nobody Nonperson” Witter
looked out the window,
saw the possibilities
drifting through the air.so i went outside,
experienced nouns, via verbs.
no punctuationi always see it
the way i think i should have…
in spite of the truth.(sometimes, not always:
i over-think when i o-
ver-drink over time)“the truth hurts” they say…
but only if you don’t live
honestly and true.
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GUEST SUBMISSION #7 – “FML: forward|motion|life”
by Amy Dunlap
motion(s). going through
life. not just going through them.
forward, not idling.
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Monday Rainday AND Provisional Supplies For the Ramp-Up
Hard-work-weekends, and
relaxing weekdays: strange but
contented in strange.Like thunderstorms in
March, or snow in April (soon…).
Life is surprising
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C0/\/\P|_1C@+3D and Simple
I have trouble with
simple, though mostly in thought
I: complicated.But I strive for less
to achieve more with short strokes
I: simplicity.
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GUEST SUBMISSION #2 – “Yoga”
by Amy Dunlap
yoga life yoga.
open the brain? open the
body. peace abounds.
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Theodore Jones Harris-Burgoyne
My dog passed yesterday. He was thirteen years old. Its a weird thing to watch the life of a being begin and end. I’m feeling heavy on it and I’m not sure of what to say. He was my guy and now he’s gone and a part of the big, grand IT. Lots of love to and from.
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¿Life is lifE? (read title frontward to back then other way ’round; then read haiku (singularly, and then pluraly))
Is [is] the only[?] (world)
[w]here life remarkably goes(?)[;]
(Why are we) [c]onfused(?) [as I am?]
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Fall Time is Different This Year and Brightness Comes In the Winter
Good things come. Patience:
overrated. You are proof.
Life is infective.
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Life is a Rock and a Leap of Faith and a Freshly Pressed Shirt
Clean and crisp and white
Jumps are unclear and unsure
Faith is a hard rock
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Possibility Is Thwarted Before Possible; Change is Irrelevant
I am living vi-
cariously through myself.
Stories are so big.
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You Can Want to Move, But Hate? Really? OR I Think I Might Be Afraid to Move
I like Ohio
I’m not ashamed. Why are you?
Running from your past?
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My Life is in Three Places, My Brain is in Five OR See Living for Dying – Vice Versa
Living inside. Walks.
Changes around, big and small.
Infectious dying.
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Chair, Why Are We Such Good Friends?
Maintain current course
and be directed to death.
Change: THWARTED in life.
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Life is Broken Often If You Look Through Broken Glasses
Boredom is purple
Liked not, till chance was given
Boredom can be good
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Mother Nature, Mother Earth, Mother Mary, Mother Church OR Blank Out, Black Out
We are the connect
fire and beautiful moments
rainy washed away
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This Is Not a Haiku.
I am struggling constantly with the idea of mental identity. I’m afraid to come to conclusions because I feel like if I do, I won’t know it if/when the “right” answer comes along. I have a legitimate fear that I won’t ever come to any of these conclusions and I’ll always be waiting for something bigger and better or more right or more beautiful or smarter or whatever.
I think the real question is, is faith something you have to go for, or is it something you have? If the former, isn’t it SCARY to put your heart into something you can poke holes into, whether its a relationship or a belief or an idea of what I am or what I’ll be or ANYTHING. If its the latter, WHY DON’T I GET TO HAVE IT AND OTHER PEOPLE DO? It seems unfair that there are some people who just get to “know” what they think and I’m stuck, like many, many other people, talking themselves in circles.
Also, I project things I don’t like about myself on others. For example:
People who don’t think as much as me are dumb = I’m insecure about how little I “know” and how confident some people are with themselves.
I feel like if you think about it as much as I do you should think exactly like I think = I’m close-minded and an asshole.
People who are happy are dumb = I’m smart and unhappy so everyone should be, if they’re smart, also unhappy.
Conclusion: I’m trying to fix my brain. Here’s to success *
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WAAAAHHHHH OR Now I Can Appreciate Boredom
Learning is hard work.
I want to fill my brain, but
to what extent? Life?(Not meant to sound as pretentious as it does)
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The Mold is Growing Mold or I Am a Total Slob
My dishes were OUT
Monsters and other bad things
Now they’re in; big save
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I’m Tired of Being Tired of Being Myself
Moments pass; dimly
lit lights flicker; exhaustion.
I am, so I am.
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I Believe That I Am A Constant State of Mental or Physical Malfunction, Which Leads to My Destruction
Mind pain likes to find
friends, like bodies, to share its
misery with. Womp.There seems to be a recurring theme lately and despite my desire to put legs on my life, I continue to watch it roll around on the ground like an orange. I like oranges, but I prefer them with legs.
*Also, grammatically, I believe that last “with” is superfluous. Double womp.
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My Life is Better Than My Brain Lets On
Learn about yourself
and discover shortcomings.
Don’t: painless neglect.
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It is a New Year.
*Composed on the eve of the first. Feelings resemble molasses.
As always, I fear the
opportunity to move.
New year, same me. Yikes.
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