It’s Saturday. Every Saturday you can write about whatever you want. There’s no assigned topic.
It’s Saturday. Every Saturday you can write about whatever you want. There’s no assigned topic.
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Forgotten
I’ve become
a word once uttered
lost.
Hopeless
is the life.
I live
why?
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It was in my head
Unfurled like a flag
I just needed some paper
And it was all in the bag.
Then a movie came out
Clearly made for fame
It’s not a copy of my idea
Just the very same.
So crashing to the floor
My story goes.
It’s falling apart
Like a last season rose.
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I could not find the time for Time
And he stopped not for me.
And soon I’d found he’d run away
For all eternity.
Methinks I should look up to Time
For if Time’s running still
There still is much that I must do,
And many hearts to fill.
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I’m trying hard to
smile, but I’m not very
good at faking it.
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trunks and roots
how frustrating
to live so long
yet the only way
to see anything new
is grow taller
and dig deeper
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Eat Your Veggies and You Can Have Dessert
Sometimes you spend hours
and hours,
and hours,
trying to do something one way
slogging, frustrated, upset
when there’s another method that takes a few seconds
(maybe a minute)
and the tools you need are only a few steps
from where you’ve been entrenched
and somehow, even after all the wasted effort
it still feels good to watch things come together smoothly
easily, and so much more simple than planned
after the epiphany
and then you tell yourself “piece of cake”
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