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Well it is the time of year when people pretend to make resolutions and fool themselves into thinking they are going to turn over new leaves. That is all well and good for those people who need to do that whole "New Year, New Me" thing, but the last two years in particular have taught me that regardless of what people say or regardless of what sounds good, people do what they want to do....and

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Maybe I'm getting old because some of the trends I'm seeing lately are downright grating on my nerves as well as perplexing: * Lacefronts Wigs: yes I know Beyonce,Ciara, Brandy, etc. all wear them, but these people are rich and have stylists and sometimes they don't even get them right. So why on earth do common not famous women think they can work a $19 dollar wig from Beauty Hut? Their

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There is nothing I want more right now than to escape to my happy, peaceful place of feeling complete....if only I could find it, I'd cherish it forever and not waste myself on people that don't realize my value and things that aren't worth time. I need a refill of my wherewithal.... LTG

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I don't like it when my creative energy is sporadic and blocked. Maybe I'm not a writer after all. Maybe I've even lied to myself about a few other things, too. So strange when your logic tells you one thing, but your heart tells you another.....even my haikus are awful. I. Old ghosts haunt me still, I want an exorcism, But no one can help. II. My mind cannot rest Until my heart finds its life

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The cracks in my emotional veneer don't signal my demise. Perhaps they are only openings to let my true light shine through. LTG

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This semester with university has been awful. Aside from many badly timed and badly executed decisions made by those charged with leading the university and the university system, I find myself unable (unwilling?) to focus enough to write creatively. As for my scholarly work, I've adopted a leisurely pace with both my reading and working when in fact I have a publication offer on the table. Isn't

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Unhappiness takes small bites Out of me. It chews me slowly -- pu-tuuuh! It shoots me against Life's wall, and I slide slowly Downward Leaving only a memory In my path. LTG

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Every once in a while, I find myself saying, "I'm over" something. Or even saying to Horent, "Dude, I'm so over this." But those times I don't really think I knew exactly what the energy behind those words was. At those times, I just meant I was tired of something, but that I would try again. I wasn't really "over it". But now, there are a few things I truly am "over", and I'm grateful for the

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When? I begged the sky to tell me. Is it now? I stilled my heart in patience's liquor. Surely after this, right? The universe knows my measure. Again? I pestered, exhausted, but the sky spat raindrops at me. Now, Great Peace? But silence was the only part of peace I received. Ok, I whispered and was hurt. Please now? I submitted myself once again.... Oh, then never? And suddenly I knew the

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I see what ur doing, But I don't care. Take me Use me Give me ur energy, But leave me to rot in silence. I'm a brave woman And the credit u don't give me Takes points out ur ass. We are pitiful Two peas in a dry pod But you will sprout And I will Wither on the vine. Live on in the sun The last laugh belongs to The universe. LTG

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Here I go Watching myself Slide, slide, slide Slowly at first Then at full speed... My heart beats Fast enough to scare me, Its loud dull beats give a strange Rhythmn to my condition, Lulling me into a trance.... My own death march. But still I watch And wait for the sky to fall on my head. Hurry, I whisper to no one in particular, Turning my eyes towards the sky.... I shut them tightly again And

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Today I finally will begin to write another series of short stories similar to The Sitation, which I wrote a while back....This time the piece is called The Whore's Diary. LTG

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An honorable man is he, Though not on his throne. Instead his place is in war, Fighting, winning and building His forces. Fatigue from his absence Does strange things to the heart. And as I stare at his throne The emptiness reminds me of His laugh -- Sturdy and deep, but yielding. I remember his kisses, his thrusts, his certain Love, and my heart is full. I will keep his throne, ruling while he

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How soothing words sound To an open ear Their syllables dripping With sweet longing's nectar. They slip in easily, Sliding in on love's dew. Slowly they take root In that shriveled part of Your brain, while Digging their sharp roots Into the bottom of your heart. The warm, damp air Of their vibration calms you, While stealthily the truth observes.

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I. Saw this one coming But couldn't move fast enough. Bang! Bang! Now I'm dead. II. Perfection scares them, But where he walks I follow. Can't even tell him. III. He shot the sheriff And sheriff was all I had. Who protects me now? IV. I laugh too loudly, I hear the space between words Damn it! I love him. V. Grown as I am now, That girl still lives inside me. She won't let me down. LTG

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Why should you watch me? I'm only being myself. How wonderful -- truth. A jealous woman Will never sleep peacefully. I rest well at night. You are stalking me. But you should first find yourself. I know you watch me. Oh, how it must smart To wonder what the truth is. But your heart should know. I pity you, Love You don't know reality. These are just haiku. LTG

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Could it be that is was all So simple then? Compared to now We seek a small victory, yet pay a heavy price. How wonderful to owe no debts. Could it be that we were lying then? Compared to now We rip hard-built peace To shreds with obsession. How wonderful to set Ourselves free. Could it be that we were Smarter then? compared to now We gag our souls on dirty rags of progress. How wonderful to

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*I'm only writing today from pure emotion, so these posts only make sense to me. letter to the World: sorry for all the trouble. Please don't die on us. Some love to the world: we belong to each other. maybe we should hug. Some truth to the world: don't feel like writing today, Need the energy. My life to the world: Not too important, I know. But yet I'm still here. My words to the world:

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Pity how the wind blows And how love is lost. But all isn't as it seems. The Gypsy King has been lost, But my love for him lingers... First only a dying ember, Smothered by abandonment. but now a full fledged flame, stoked by a knowing heart. He will never return, but love knows no bounds. surely as my heart whispers Its prayers The universe listens. Namaste, Gypsy King. when your traveling days

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For the past few months I have been angry with myself. While I am sure this will eventually lead to a series of short stories of some sort, there still exists this block (for lack of a better word). As long as I am too angry with myself to write the story it will not come, but on the other hand I am not sure exactly how to get past it. My anger is based on a bit of conflict I am having within

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Cara took a deep breath and slowly tried pull herself up to a seated position. The worst of the pains seemed to be over, and she now felt cold. Losing a baby was a hard thing, and the past few days had been filled with not only pain, but also lots of silence. "Whew," she breathed as she finally sat upright, her hand sliding from under her a bit as she realized she was sitting in a pool of her

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I love him but I cannot say And so I let him fade away Much better to have my pride And cry my tears on the inside. I wanted to tell him a thousand times But instead will write mediocre rhymes. He is a coward and so am I I cannot say, and so I cry. LTG

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Oh how much a simple thought can singe, Its meaning taking root in your heart And growing up the trunk of your soul. So many vines wrap up my insides. I cannot shake myself free. LTG

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Every once in a while I find myself running across a character or writer who seem to share my part of my energy. But with Sylvia Plath, it is different. More than once I have seen great similarities between my own energy and Sylvia Plath's. This bothers me because it seems this whole notion is very cliche. Certainly we all feel trapped and alone and confused. Certainly we all seek to be loved,

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Some words Are unthinkable. U think them And they rip tiny pieces of Ur brain. Some words Are unspeakable. U speak them And they make ur teeth loosen and ur lips Bleed. Some words Are inaudible. U hear them And other words in mid-air Turn to dust. Some words Are invisible U see them in action And they steal ur very being. Some words Are unbearable U wait for them And they fall heavy on ur back.

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Today I looked my worst enemy in her eyes. As she sized me up, I could almost hear her thoughts, Each of them stifling, stinging, full of venom. I thought of how we had once been friends. Of how we had loved each other in our childhood, even when others made fun of us, Called us names, Threw things at us. Thick and thin, she and I had seen it all, And now today we stood face to face Hating each

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I made my way out to the shed because I knew Bartlo would be there doing something, either sharpening his lawn mower blades or tinkering with old car parts or jacking off. Something. An old greyhound that he'd stolen from the race tracks a few years ago slept peacefully, tied up to a stake on the side of the shed. I watched it sleeping and remembered how it had not made even one sound as Bartlo

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Even though I thought I was alone I was wrong. The soft ruffling sounds behind me made me loosen myself from the tight fetal position crouch I was holding on the couch and life my head slightly. "What do you want, Ethan?" Ethan slid timidly up to the couch. "I wanna watch Elmocize. I wanna sandwich. I wanna watch Calliou. It is Elmo time, Mama. I wanna watch Toy Story." He sang the words in a

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So maybe Tumblr was a lost cause, too. All this time away from my writing, and it did me more harm than good. LTG

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I am going to play on Tumblr for a while. http://leslietaylorgrover.tumblr.com/ LTG

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Again I have found my muse. Who does not love a man who can take control? And unlike some cretins, he simply raises his voice. He does not have to use violence to get results.I have simply this to say: the gentleman is correct in sitting...LTG

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In the mirror I study my reflection: brown skin pink lips round breasts curved hips -- But red eyes. My chest hurts, and I am tired. Ur heart shots Leave my love black and blue. No hurt has felt like this. All is forgiven but I wonder Am I still here? Still myself? I examine myself again: soft heels long legs stretch marks reminders of childbirth I'm all woman, I remind myself, and I am still

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*LOL, I don't know why Ethan was jumping around yelling quack quack doodle doo, but now he and I will sing this. Quack Quack Doodle Doo Hide the chicken In my shoe. It comes in early It stays too late I never want it on my plate. It lays an egg Inside my head And I bend over to stretch my legs, I touch my toes I blow my nose I throw the tissue in the road. The passers-by will see It blow,

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I. The truth stings my eyes But the tears are not to come. I can only smile. II. So very grateful For the universe's lessons -- Watching over me. III. Grateful for beauty That lives right beneath the truth. I must live there, too. IV. You're pissing on me, But we both know it's not rain, It is what it is. V. Don't insult me love. Ur words are but empty wind. Blow right on by me. VI. I must

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Who's this cool breeze from a time long abandoned? So grown and brazen a gentle and vibrant energy -- A soul astral traveling sees me meets me here. Even if for an enlightened journey -- unknown. We shall see where this road takes our adventure. I inhale though slowly I share my thoughts -- finally. I breathe he breathes we breathe fresh air -- ahhhhh. LTG

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U say it's only for a season, But the only temporary thing I see is ur Love. Ur words try to balance my Temper, but my heart has toppled. And broken into a million shards. Those which U can't balance. Am I to believe ur words when ur actions don't exist? I need oxygen. I've been holding my breath. LTG

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Thought I had found Heaven. But it was a Hoax. No love takes more than it Gives. LTG

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* Here's the first memoir-esque piece I've done in a while. I smiled as I put my cellphone on silent and waited for my first student to give his presentation. I had been waiting for this part of the semester, where I could just sit and listen to all the interesting topics my students had researched. More than that, however, it was just the end of all the craziness in the department. Before we'd

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The queen ruled alone Suffering in her debris, And the Gypsy King fought On, so gallantly. The Kingdom stood still As the two stood apart She with stoic anger And him with courage in his heart. The winter raged on The two stayed at bay, She alone in the kingdom Him battling each day. But their hearts were too weak To let each other go And they met in secret With their love still in tow. But

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* Random thought: I think I will return to my roots in memoir writing. Maybe. LTG

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The Gypsy King Has lost his throne, Abandoned his kingdom He roams alone. The castle has crumbled There's only debris And all the dust has Settled on me. I'm tired, I'm weak But I rise to my feet, The prophecy's been read The circle's complete -- The die is cast A north wind sings, I sway to its melodies While I regain my bearings. I pick up the pieces I hold my head high, For I am still

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My heart was full, but ur so empty -- A chased dream Makes my love weary. Uv dealt the deathblow, And I'll let it Bleed out, A slick of red smeared across the stars. When I am gone U'll pray to them In ur Despair. It is what it is. LTG

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Love that is Trampled on Chewed up Spit out Used up Laughed at Shat upon Beaten down Passed around Toyed with Lied to... Is still Love. LTG

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*For some reason I have not been in the mood to post many short stories. These little outbursts of random energy just give me energy and practice for the coming weeks when I will just write, simply and without regard to anything else creative. I. Surely u forgot How fragile a heart can be, But that's the point, right? II. Surely u forgot How it feels to be ignored, Huh? What did u say? III.

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I heard u when u whispered those words u needed me to believe. But watching u yells loudly -- a cacophony of truth. Ur so full of it. LTG

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* More randomness It's so very simple To say those things That need to be said, To let those words Singe me to the bone The way they always do, To watch you smirk That way that's yours And wait for my reaction, To leave abruptly That way that's mine And wait for your call, To sit on the phone Pretending to care About those people, To grind my teeth When I hear your voice "Are you ok?" Isn't

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*The past few weeks I've been in a mood with random rifts of creative energy. Not really anything else. Let bygones Be gone. Let u be U Let me be me. Let us Be done Let u be gone Let me be alone. LTG Sit by.

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Don't need a turkey To look responsible. Don't need all those people Messing up my house To judge me. Don't need a particular day To say thanks For anything. Don't need u To be the me That used to be us. Don't need kind words To feel beautiful Or needed. Don't need ur energy To feel unworthy Of all my blessings. Don't need death To feel empty And alone in my peace. Don't need silence To hear my

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*My creative energy is a jealous lover. As I am sitting here writing a book chapter for an academic publication, this energy pops into my head and refuses to let me finish what I am doing -- and I am on a deadline. So let me get this out so I can move on. The words make a lump in my throat I swallow, It sticks. Can't say it. I think of u I stop it, It starts again. Can't say it. Words can't

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Naked on my back I think of all the things In life In love I've missed. Naked on my back My heart bleeds For me For u Who knew? Naked on my back I can see clearly The past The future Both untouchable. Naked on my back The deep longing Drowns me Drowns reality Such a thin line. Naked on my back The world is different It's quiet It's still No room for my thoughts. Naked on my back I can

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*Today one of my favorite people and YouTube comedians and friends in my head, Messy Mya, was gunned down in New Orleans after leaving his girlfriend's baby shower. I am not sure exactly what the true details are to the story, but there is one horrible truth: a group of people crowded around him as he lay on the concrete dying, and someone took a picture of him. They then posted it on Twitter.

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Opposites -- Love u Hate me. Words -- I said no. He forced yes. Freedom -- He's a King And I'm a thief. Beauty -- U see it. Gouge out my eyes. Life -- U continue. I quit because I can. LTG

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* Some days I wake up with this energy that's something like poetry in my head. The Gypsy King calls them sonnets, but they are surely not so elegant. So used to being alone Even in a room full of empty people. Their voices float past me I have the wherewithal to smile. With warm hands they touch me And my skin barely reacts -- I'm cold. "Are you ok?" They care. I nod and smile, my teeth too

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Elina, I hope this letter makes it to you from the jail. You know how they always ask us if we have anything to say for last words? Well I know all y'all probably boo-booed a duck when I kept quiet 'cause I talk so much. But there's plenty to be said between us, just not the way everybody's used to. You hopefully will get this after I'm dead. I wrote this letter right when I found I had lost my

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"You don't have a very round ass," he said. He breathed heavily and looked me up and down once again. "But I guess you'll do." He took a sip of soda and threw the can out of the window onto the street. "Bend over and let me check you." I brushed my bangs off my face and bent over. I could feel his fingers pushing inside me, checking to see if I was a real girl. A few people had been fooled

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*More random energy. We'll see where this one goes -- if anywhere. The only way I will ever go anywhere with Deak again is if Jesus himself literally walks down out of heaven, buys me enough shots to get me drunk and then, because I am incapacitated by my drunken stupor, he picks me up with his own arms and puts in the car with her. Deak is the worst driver in the history of human

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*Sometimes I must force myself to write little scenarios that live in my head. The whole story may or may not be present. It may or may not be good, but since I'm putting this energy out into the universe, it will come back to me at some point. Or not. I threw the last of the dirty clothes into the washer in the laundry room. Today was a hard day, and all I wanted was to spread myself across my

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I. He gently kisses And desire spreads through me. I must write to live. II. No man can fill me As deeply as u my Muse, My true love's to write. III. Lover, don't leave me -- Without u I am nothing. A scribe with no voice. IV. My Love, I crave u. Yet you hide urself from me. Creativity. V. His tongue sends shivers I open my soul wider -- Words live on the edge. VI. Will I give him me? His

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Beside ur empty space I lay awake And let sweet memories Fill ur place. A fateful night Is held so tight To my heart's delight -- I cry to my pillow at night. The empty space Keeps me awake And love's slow pace Compels my heart to break. The world's so mean Our slate's so clean Am I still a queen Without my Gypsy King? LTG

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Lately my creative energy has waned. Lately I've had to focus so much on my academic writing, so my energy is a bit off. At any rate, Writer's Digest offered the following prompt today: You realize the boat is sinking, but that’s not the worst thing that could happen. That happened last night. This is what I submitted -- The River Boat Ride I smoothed my dress and stepped onto the riverboat.

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This past week I had a horrible stomach virus. Still for some reason this inspired me to write about it. Personally I don't find vomiting disgusting, but I know some people will. But here it is anyway.... I. Breakfast is a lump It sits in my throat and rots. Urk! cough, cough, Whew! II. So nauseated The Gypsy King mentions food Oh God! Not the soup! III. There's nothing else left. My throat is

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I. So what u fucked up? Who on this earth is perfect? What would Jesus do? II. Please forgive urself. Be kind to the man I love, He's holding my heart. III. Things u can't control Are perfection's other end Handle them with love. IV. Who said life's easy? Ur decisions are energy Be kind to urself. V. Some people hate u But anger owns their poor hearts, Forgive them, my Love. VI. The universe

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I can see the Light of the universe Shining through u. Even when the weight Of the world is on Ur shoulders, I'll rub them for u. I can see the Beauty of God's Love Flowing thru u. Even when ur heart Is cold from the world's hate Ur my heart's blood, It beats for u. I can see the Good energy u bring Radiating from u. Even when ur mind Is filled with turmoil Ur all that is good, Though

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Got knocked down Heart dragged all over on the ground -- It hurt. Got punched in the chest Lost all my air -- Couldn't breathe. Been mind fucked Believed a little too much -- Didn't think. Gave too much of a damn When it was not likewise -- All of me. Loved like a soulmate Was relegated to a side piece -- Know my role. On the ground In my chest Over my head None left Second place.... But at least

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Life bustles around me My mind's eye is a jaundiced Stone. My heart's closed too Can't open It shrivels in the light. I try to ride it out Not really willing to Make such a long journey. Here it comes again -- Writer's block. LTG

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This man could almost be my muse, but he sort of scares me. What happens if he does not like my work? What if this is his inside voice? There's too many unknowns here: LTG

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*This story keeps floating around in my head because I saw a dude with offal on a t-shirt on the cooking channel. I cannot decide exactly how I wanna write the energy in this story for some reason, so I guess I'm doing it at least two ways. I'll see what happens. It's stuck in my head, so this is only an attempt to force it out. It'll get better later...maybe. Or perhaps it will go away for a

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There's nothing I hate worse than second place. I would rather be dead last than come in second. Today I realized that in one particular matter I deem important in my life that second place is where I am on the very best day no matter what I do. What hurts the most, though, is I thought I was a priority. The truth is there's no way to frame second place to give it the illusion of being amazing,

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I have a story stuck in my head, but I cannot get it out. And it seems I won't sleep until I can at least force myself to write it out. I know I have it in me! These haiku are for that story. Perhaps I will write a few versions of the story.... ugh! I. I can feel u there Ur gonna be amazing. Why can't I write u? II. I'm so inspired. I'm writing almost daily. Where on earth are u? III. I have a

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If I cried out for u Would u come? If I told u How he pushed me Punched me Hurt me because of u... What would u say? (Nothing) If I showed u my secrets Would u protect them? If I told u How I would have died That day rather than Leave u... What would u say? (Nothing) If I told u I knew ur tears were from Guilt as we said good-bye But mine only from love What would u do? (Nothing) If I said I

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My head finally stopped hurting as the two Valium I had slipped under my tongue started to take effect.  I peered at my face in the bathroom mirror. People had said I was pretty, but that was when I was younger. Now, I had small lines around my eyes. My mouth, it seemed, had shaped itself into a permanent frown. My skin was splotchy, and I had a tiny hair growing from the mole on my chin. But at

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Stupid me Got addicted To hot touches And warm words But they were only Sweet Nothings. The worst habit was Needing u Believing u. But u don't notice And u don't care Because there are others On ur list. I sit in secret A cold angry Case of leftovers Longing for u. But life goes on. Guess this is my Detox. LTG

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I got three pieces based on La Llorona: Breakfast Conversation, Haikus for an Abusive Loser and Swallowing. I think that's enough. I do not like forcing myself to stay on theme, so I'm officially done with La Llorona, I guess. I'm so fickle.... LTG

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I dried the bathroom floor and threw the towels I used in the bottom bathroom cabinets. I shut the cabinets quickly, and steadied myself as I hurried to answer the door. "Ma'am? Are you all right?" There were two officers at my front door. One was short, with a shock of red hair, and the other was tall with dark hair. The dark haired one had asked me the question, raising his eyebrows as

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Ah, u changed ur pic But u still can't hide from me. Do ur homies know? Ur a sad, sad case There used to be a man there But now u just suck. Be careful with Love Of it u have no idea I feel for ur girl. Abusing women Only shows ur life's weakness Who's the real bitch here? U should take scissors And cut off ur little nuts Snip! Now ur MY bitch. U wanna hit girls? Then hit me with ur best

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Writer's Digest offered another writing prompt, and this time with this picture: This time it had to be 500 words or less. Here's what I sent in: My Dearest Jeanette, They ain’t never gonna find your daddy. All my life, I’ve been in some kinda trouble. If I wasn’t being called stupid, I was getting beat for being stupid. I hated doing chores so your grandmother thought I was slow. It was

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I flinched as the hot oil droplets stuck to my chest. The moisture from the frozen sausage I was making sizzled and sent oil everywhere. My pan was too hot. The stinging from the oil subsided, and I pulled my bathrobe up around my neck while I waited to flip the patties. I gagged as I thought about the pigs, churned up and bloody, pressed into the circles I was searing with hot oil. But

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U say call. I get ur voicemail. U text urgent questions. I respond quickly, Waiting in uncertainty To hear from u. Ur time is not for me. I imagine Ur too busy. LTG

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Paper shuffling Broken copier Office hours fulfilled. I sit hiding and no none notices -- so good at being incognegro. Hello, you said. How are you? you asked. Your question was sincere. Not too busy to inquire about A stranger's day. Thank you for saving my life. LTG

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Soft skin, Ashy elbows, Feet and arms, Ponytails and Ceasar cuts float by on a sea of Laughter. Smells and loud voices, So happy to see you! How's it going? Yet I am alone -- Watching life pass me by. LTG

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This short story was written in episodes. Here are all the episodes in one posting.  This is as close to romance as I can get (yuck). The Situation Part Iby Leslie Taylor Grover on Friday, July 31, 2009 at 11:46pmBy the time I woke up, Simon was gone. He didn't leave a note. He didn't send a text. In fact, if the room was any indication of his presence, he'd have never existed. Still I looked

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Every once in a while I get inspired by something. I write it. I get it out of my head. Then it's gone. But there are also times when I get literally obsessed about something, and it drives me. I must write about it over and over again. The legend of La Llorona is my new muse. With little exception the next vat of writings and musings (creative) will focus on this legend. La Llorona is a legend

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I looked directly into the eyes of the doctor, a pale woman with jet black hair, standing over me. There were dried pieces of mucous in the corners of her eyes and she had three little black hairs growing out of her chin.One. Two. Three.When she spoke, I could see the traces of chewed peppermint on her back teeth. "Hello Sweety. What's the last thing you remember?" She drew back as I tried to

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I.Stomach feels funnyPepto only makes it worse.I wanna vom -- ugh!II.My horrible skinSuddenly came out the blue.What on earth is up?III.Please leave me aloneCan't be nice to u today --Getting on my nerves.IV.Dude, seriouslyMy skin looks so horrible!From sugar to shit.V.So emotional,I cried at those commercials --Keebler's cookies rock!VI.I can smell dinnerIt's ready, but I want none.I can't keep

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I just submitted this to a contest for Writer's Digest. It had to be 750 words or less and based on a writing prompt. Here was the prompt I had to use: During your weekly housecleaning you find an unfamiliar cell phone in the cushions of your couch—but can’t recall having had any recent visitors. It rings.This is what I submitted:The sound of piano music startled me as I was putting away the

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I was already ten minutes late coming back from my lunch break.I didn't think the white lady in the black dress would step into moving traffic, 
but she did, 
and I as prepared to curse her, I noticed she was coming from that large crowd in front of the church across from my job.No wonder parking was horrible -- 
The side streets were marked off with those yellow "funeral" 
cones in black letters

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Honestly, when you first met David he was nothing special, really –He was a short, stocky fat fellow 
with a huge bald spot and a shock of bright red hair.
Though he wasn’t an outstanding scholar 
at least when he talked about his job your knew 
there was something he was good at. 
Actually, I never paid much attention to him 
past "Good Morning." (occasionally)But one particular day we got on

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I know Friday the 13th is supposedly a horrible day for superstitious people, but for me today has thus far been amazing. In fact 13 is my own lucky number if there is such a thing. So instead of horrible negative energy I'm putting out positive energy with 13 things that have made me LOL or at least smile in no particular order. Here's an obvious disclaimer, however: Ethan is the most perfect

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During the day it haunts me.Softly wresting my thoughts awry.Hard to concentrate.It wraps itself around my heart.Squeezing and my chest hurts.Hard to breathe.My focus is off balance.Distractions come too easily.Hard to sit still.At night it keeps me awake.Crashing waves under my eye lids.Hard to rest.It whispers angrily in my ear.Doesn't matter if it's good.Hard to edit.It reminds me of what I

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I'm moving a few old pieces from my Facebook account, so I thought I'd give them a home here....What better way to do that than with some haiku?I.Well goodbye FacebookIt was nice while it lasted.But I must go now.II.Every now and thenMy creativity sparksI must send it out.III.A life rememberedMay never have all those "friends"Thank you universe.IV.Close ur eyes; see me.U can't really see me, huh

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I.Today you're walkingMay you tread carefully onYour journey begins.II.You can bare your soulWhen your steps match your rhythmThe Universe knows.III.Your steps are orderedHealth, peace, happiness abideMy love lights the path.IV.Life's not a sure path --Its experiences areMay yours be gentle.V.Your feet are my feet.Your mother loves you, Ethan.I see your light shine.VI.You may have big feet,But

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Give an inch take a foot,only I can take the first step on my life's journey.So I put my right foot in while I watch out--after all, we've all got one in the grave.I'd give my left foot to get the chance to try again,but I'd just turn my head like usual.I better get on the good footone step for mankind means we all leap to our demise.But I seek to put my best foot forward,so I hide behind

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I needed it so badly.I could hardly get enough of it last night and when I woke up this morning,I still had little pieces of evidence in all sorts of places: my back, my thighs, and even my face.This morning when I stepped out of the shower I wanted it even more but --I needed it so badly.I dried my body carefully, and even then I was still moist.I tried to hurry because even though I was

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My Dearest Sunglasses,Where are you? I've searched for you high and low, and still no sign of you. Have you left me for good? Losing you is devastating me to no end, so I thought I'd write to let you know I love and I miss you and that I really do want you back.There are going to be people who read this who will advise me to just get another pair. They'll say you're not a big deal and wonder

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I saw this on the Real Housewives of Atlanta (back when I watched it), and wrote this at the time. Here's the clip:Who gon' check me, Boo?I guess 'cuz you spit when you talkAnd you switch when you walkI'm supposed to be scared of you.But...Who gon' check me, Boo?Are you too obtuse to seeYou got nothing on meYou need to find something else to do.So I have to ask...Who gon' check me, Boo?I hear

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Today was a long one.All I wanted was to come homeSit quietly and eat M&Ms.But you who's never home,Who's always somewhere elseCame home and ate them.U don't even like M&Ms.But they bring me joy:The crunchThe peanutsThe colors on my tongue --Oh how they melt.But u could not even let meHave that small victory.Instead u took them from me.U didn't even save me a handful.U smiled about itAnd I could

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Today is a long work day, which is rare because literally today I have started working in the elevator and have not stopped since. I'm only blogging now because I've stopped to eat an apple. I'm typing between chews. I'm not sure what happened, but I went from being ambivalent about a few things (until the Gypsy King gave me life with a few truths I probably needed to hear. Probably.) to burning

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This was my challenge today from Writer's Digest: use the phrase "As I was saying" as a springboard into your poem. You can use it as the title of your poem or within your poem, but neither is mandatory. You could use it as motivation to write a poem about someone who's telling a story, or you could even write a poem in which the narrator cuts off the person who says, "As I was saying." Have

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I.U r not wantedNo-- in fact, where are you from?U ain't got no friends!II.Who invited u?Did u sneak here overnight?U gotta leave now.III.U r so tinyBut everyone still sees uAnyway... why now?IV.U won't be here longI'm gonna get rid of u.U can't stay with me.V.Still u perplex meWas it last night's chinese food?Gotta do better....LTG

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