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The starting line is staggered.
You were born behind.
So long as you’re still running,
you’re doing just fine.


Here's to the Daffodils

Here’s to the daffodils
and here’s to the tulips.
Most are felled by frost before fruition;
face-first in less than fertile fields.

Still, they obey the sun when it beckons them forth, 46 more words


Musings of a Phoenix

Long have I bathed myself in darkness- drenched my body and mind in shadow-

All in the hopes of coaxing out the fire inside my heart and soul. 72 more words

a new day

A thought in time yet time has gone by
A notion in a stream which conscience once was
Rippling through what was, anew it becomes… 85 more words

Leave me
On a starry night to
Venture off into


If Men Were Made With Common Sense

A male at age 50
Can STILL be a little boy
If you sag your pants and run the streets
Put hustling and hanging with your boys before what your son or daughter eats… 321 more words