Perhaps you thought I’d always
Venture out, alone, one day;
But, did you ever realize
I may not be back, this way?
I’m out among the living world,
Trying to find the real me.
And if by chance, I don’t return
One day, I hope you’ll see…
All the times you took me wrong,
You never really understood;
That everything I tried to do,
Was, for your own good
But, that’s okay, I get it,
You were trying to find you, too.
And now you have the time,
To do exactly what you want to do.
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The early sign of contumacious in young ones should be curtailed, before stubbornness becomes the bedrock of their character
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“Dying is an art. Like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it
feels like Hell. I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I have a call”
When I first saw the movie “Sylvia”,
this quote was being said out loud as
she lay in a coffin.
The seeds of a poem were planted.
Dying is an art
It should be treated as such
There is dramatic dying
There are so many ways to die
I will die with dignity
I will die with gratitude for life
I will die grateful for relief from pain
I will die knowing I will live on
Through the words in my poetry
Death is not something you get over
But it’s something you get through
~The Tennessee Poet~
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Owning books is a joy. I appreciate seeing my dear friends staring at me from their homes on my bookshelves. I relish running my hand across their spins and visualizing the words, worlds, and adventures we experienced together. These are my true companions and I am determined we will never part company. I enjoy reading eBooks and listening to audiobooks, but they can’t compete with the tactile aspects of a real, hardcover book.
I am lucky so many purchased volumes populate my bookshelves, but I also exercise my library membership. It is not unusual for me to have five or six on loan at any point. It comforts me to know that money is not a barrier or an excuse for not reading different genres. The library is a great resource for indulging without making a financial commitment. I am more likely to purchase a book I have borrowed and read from the library…
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He put countless reasoning, to prove his innocence, While his eyes spoke the truth, His words failed to make any sense. Alas! All she could offer, Was just a dreary bight, For s…
Source: Speaking Eyes – Afflatus