u/robotwrites
A few weeks ago, I lost a Kaweco sport after a night out and about. Within a few days (ok, hours) of realizing this, I impulsively bought a Pilot Custom 74 to make myself feel better. It worked. ;) Nice little pen, I love it in medium.
Anyway, today a coworker told me he found it in his car, so now I get to reunite with an old friend and still enjoy a new one. :)
Anyone have any nice stories about finding lost pens?
Am I a cruel person soul?
No more than any other,
no less than kind soul,
hate toward one another,
love unable to then grow.
Where now do we go,
as light fades to grey?
Chaos around me, day
after day
after day
Am I a cruel person soul?
No more than any other,
no less than kind soul,
hate toward one another,
soul unable to then grow.
Where now do we go,
as light fades to grey?
Chaos around me, day
after day
after day
First revision: (I agreed that the repetition of soul in the first stanza felt off.)
No more than any other,
no less than kind soul,
hate toward one another,
love unable to then grow.
Where now do we go,
as light fades to grey?
Chaos around me, day
after day
after day
At the bottom of the pit, you see nothing. There is only darkness. The idea of hope has been torn out of the dictionary and you keep searching for the page.
A new face with a new name offers you a new solution, a new hope. When you don’t believe in any of the options previously offered to you, new is good. New has potential. You know nothing about new, so you don’t know doubt.
New means yes.
New means secrets. You leave those you love behind because you don’t know what’s going to happen and you don’t want them to worry. A mistake! They’re still going to worry, but now they’re in the dark. A common problem with secrets.
Another problem with new: unforeseen consequ
turn the key
see a flash
a sputter
and a stop
hear nothing
see nothing
do nothing
seek alternate routes
plans changed
tires flat
learned to use the tire jack
one wrong turn
with wrong speed
sets wheels on glide
drifting from side to side
slide over the edge into the fence along the right side
flipped upside
down
totaled
time to rethink the possibilities
no time
no change
repeated strange
looks from strange
pour fluid
spark a flame
intake
start
forward or reverse
Cold, pale skin and lifeless eyes,
greeted my gaze as I glanced down
upon the black, oak box containing
my once dear friend.
The open casket revealed truth,
but I could only see deceit.
I told myself as I passed by,
that this simply couldn't be.
It was a lie, this death of yours,
you'd come back one day.
You'd come back one day.
Our friends and I,
we carried you to the fire,
and watched your body burn.
I should have known then that
you weren't coming back,
but I lied to myself just a little longer.
We spent the next few months
writing and burning letters,
believing, hoping we could reach you.
Eventu
the human animal has found its way into the mystery of space. they have created metallic tools and flying machines able to break free of their atmospheric prison into the emptiness of starlit plains. they have found the ability to navigate existence, though they are infants.
desire to be free, weightless, float amongst the stars. get them higher until they break through the wall of previous understanding. those who cannot rise keep their eyes down and minds closed.
mistakes have been made. an open door and the breathe is taken from their lungs; left emptied of that which gave them life. air and water. what is needed. air and water. to enter that space, they abandoned what is
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