"The Race"I think there is a lot of work in this busy life Papers, projects, deadlines, and other kinds of strife."The Race"
Busy, busy, busy, I can't hardly stand the pace I think I'm not quite up to standards; I think I've lost this race.
People expect more from me; To get back up on that horse. To brush the dirt right off my back, To gallop on, of course.
I certainly hate to disappoint A sad and charming plea, But in my heart I'm not a jockey; It's not the life for me.
So go on with your races, And go on with your fun I think
"Perversion of the Prose"My mind is always scattered When it comes to writing prose My pen leaps on before me My thoughts on Heaven knows"Perversion of the Prose"
Is it my roommate, friend, or lover that etches out this page? A silly thought of childhood, Or thoughts and notes of sage?
Is it the gutter mind of a writer, To think of things this way? To hide his hidden meanings, To crypt his script away?
But there in the gutter, Our writer here will find Not one or two professors, but all of humankind.
So...
Stumped
if you want to submit a piece note me a link. Also check for contest entrys.
if you want to submit a piece note me a link. Also check for contest entrys.
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"So it doesn't matter how stupid one can be (if you're an optimistic pessimist): you'll laugh it off, say a few odd things, and go to sleep happily knowing you've done absolutely nothing good for the world."
your stuff is pretty damn terrific, especially 'perversion of the written word'. Love it
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Frankenstein-recycling gone wrong!
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