Attracted to his good sense of humor, didn’t even notice his cute eyes or nice physique.
He often made me laugh till tear-drop rolled down my cheeks. 183 more words
Like the fingers on the hands we are interrelated
Dependent upon one another with much in common
However we are also standing alone with our own names… 159 more words
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Its a shame we cannot appreciate the moment.
Amongst the crowd
My season has changed.
Barren poetic branches;
await vibrant growth.
© Paul Nichol. September 2014
Daniel Muro LaMere
On the Realization of Dreams, etc.
A floor littered with empty film canisters,
you and I tangled in acetate spools.
A projector hums, chokes, and bursts into flame… 160 more words
Where have the wild things gone?
you miss him sometimes but
he isn’t worth it. remember,
sometimes you missed him
when he was here too.
you know, I never cried over… 61 more words
i once knew a calico cat
he spent all his time chasing a rat
rats eat garbage and carry diseases
i don’t want to be a cat… 94 more words