Brief essays that may or may not have any literary merit, or any merit, or tons of it, like a well decorated soldier of words, who happens to make ridiculous, yet gallant metaphors like that last one.
A "normal" guy. And an "anomaly". These two words do not go together...you get the point. I like writing, but it's a constant battle being you're own editor...i don't post a lot of what I would consider to be "my real stuff"
the smoke clings to the hair
of previous nights commradery
(sometimes misery)
perpetual circles
we wish we could bend
or straighten out to go our way
instead of the darker trail,
the inevitable one.
stare into the fire
stir the embers
sink into yourself
when you wish everyone or
anyone else would,
just for a moment.
posted by Andronicus @ 9:05 AM
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