Monthly Archives: September 2013

Dark Things


Dark things Start creeping Into your mind   Distractions No longer Distracting   Shuffle Keeps playing The same song   Try as you might To cover or disguise bright Dark things remain   Panic seeping Snowballing tight In your chest … Continue reading

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True Love


I have irrefutable proof Of love’s undeniable truth   Minute by minute, day by day Immersed in you in every way   I see you wherever I look In every page of every book   I even see you in … Continue reading

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It’s Hard When


It’s hard to have integrity When that quality is so rare   It’s hard to be loyal and true When most don’t seem to care   It’s hard to stand up for beliefs When we’re too easily offended   It’s … Continue reading

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59 Quick Slang Phrases From The 1920s We Should Start Using Again


This list is the cat’s pajamas!

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Memory Lane


The walled-in concrete steps That led downstairs I would often sit there Unless it was flooded from rain   Our old black lab mutt, Fritz He was always a good boy Not the first dog we had But the first … Continue reading

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The Letter


Can you loan me a million dollars?  It’s all that I’d need To pay all my bills and get things back up to speed.   I know it sounds like a lot, but I’ve got a good plan And I’ll … Continue reading

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47 Signs You’re From Michigan


It’s called “The Mitt” don’tchaknow?

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Gardening


The words I read Those planted seeds Growing deep within   I have taken my measure And found myself wanting   For some it pours forth And fluidly responds to Their clever incantations   I sputter and spit and Make … Continue reading

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Bruiser


A bruise appeared on my right arm I don’t recall what caused this harm Purple hues have started to creep Perhaps I’m walking in my sleep?   I may not be the graceful sort But not often do I report … Continue reading

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The New News


Nothing happened yesterday Which seems so strange to say Because I do not mean it In the usual way     It seemed perfectly plain And nobody complained But the difference is Something I must explain     For you … Continue reading

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