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One on my hand
from dry skin,
one on my left ear
from an infection,
fading out now,
one on my throat
from being told
to stay quiet,
another from choking myself
in insecurity and fear,
one on my heart
from the shock
of seeing a tower of my childhood
toppled like a worn-down tombstone,
another from the first betrayal,
another from the second,
a few from stones
thrown over and over,
and one on my mind
from being told
I should have brushed those stones
aside each time,
quite a few on my mind,
in fact,
from doubt and distrust,
anger and mistakes –
mine and others' alike.
A few have faded
but most are still raw,
but I wouldn't mind them
if they didn't sting so much.
from dry skin,
one on my left ear
from an infection,
fading out now,
one on my throat
from being told
to stay quiet,
another from choking myself
in insecurity and fear,
one on my heart
from the shock
of seeing a tower of my childhood
toppled like a worn-down tombstone,
another from the first betrayal,
another from the second,
a few from stones
thrown over and over,
and one on my mind
from being told
I should have brushed those stones
aside each time,
quite a few on my mind,
in fact,
from doubt and distrust,
anger and mistakes –
mine and others' alike.
A few have faded
but most are still raw,
but I wouldn't mind them
if they didn't sting so much.
Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
Literature
Time - e =
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What I have is
Feelings for you
But for the first
Time, putting to
Paper feels wrong.
There’s a need to do
Something else.
Something more . . .
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Written by Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
© 2016 Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
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Literature
Somewhere in Time
In a fickle world, in a town that was forever reinventing itself, the shop was a constant. It had presided over the corner of Abbott Street and Lillian Lane for nearly a century and a half. There had been subtle changes, of course, but they were minimal compared to the upheaval that had taken place in the pastoral town around it. It was not, Kael realized, so pastoral anymore. He marvelled wistfully at the transformation as he drove through the outskirts towards the shop… where Lorelei would be waiting. She always was.
Where once there had been rolling meadows and farmland, now Kael sped past pool supply stores, fast food joints,
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And we're into the second week of NaPo prompts from BeautyInRawHumanity , woo. I had to guess at what prompts might come up since I was without internet at this point. I got this one right and a couple of others wrong. You'll see which ones were wrong in a moment - they were from the list of prompts in the back room of the group, which I'd hastily scrawled down before leaving.
Fun fact: a friend of mine has a scar on her leg from a melting Polo mint. Her family had, for reasons best known to themselves, decided to try roasting Polos over a campfire like marshmallows, and one of them fell on her leg, causing a small burn. As ridiculous reasons for scars go, that's probably the best/worst I've heard.
Fun fact: a friend of mine has a scar on her leg from a melting Polo mint. Her family had, for reasons best known to themselves, decided to try roasting Polos over a campfire like marshmallows, and one of them fell on her leg, causing a small burn. As ridiculous reasons for scars go, that's probably the best/worst I've heard.
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