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Time is something I have plenty of, Time to enjoy life & time to hate life People say there is never enough time when the end is near, They always start out with plenty. Life mistakes sometimes are, Never corrected You can’t just erase life, No time to Travel back With luck you try To prevent the future Occurrences from acting on impulse Grab a hold of this time you debate about Lock it in a picture it won’t steal your soul Put it in writing because you just never know Just n...

Interesting That the days that pass me by Thinking about things unchanged Imagine life if it were all a ‘new Ideas that flood my brain -All bunched up & unable to understand- It’s been a while Since my paper thoughts were worth reading Wonderful feeling being noticed for these precious words New daily dreams appear and I enjoy reliving them Life was always so chaotic now seem to mellow Minor bursts of craziness There still time for a mid-summer nap Always noticing bad things ...

Relaxing Laying on the couch Laying in a bed Resting on a hammock Resting in a futon Stretch out crack a bone or two Summer burns and peeling skin Swimming in the pool or drowning in the lake Walking a trail and learning about new sites Careful not to trip and fall Everything I have been thinking about starts With a positive and ends with a negative Why? Stress is building in the muscles things are so tense lately Rubbing them helps when you’re not the one doing the rubbing Stretch.....

Something I treasured as a child was always my ‘little black book’. It was something I really enjoy carrying around, because it was unlike a diary more of a book of my own feelings that I wanted to share with others. I started creating my writings at an early age (about 11). It all started in 5th grade with my teacher Mr. Berlin. He was a great class leader he taught all subjects, but the one I favored most was writing. There were plenty of things to learn threw this teacher, how ...

Working in public is kinda of awkward. I enjoy the free'ness of expressing my mind on a blank screen, alone that is. Currently I am unable to be alone so i must work at the fence of my worst fear. I think its funny I refer to it as fear, i mean I am writing for the world to see, but i guess i am picky at the time they decide to read it? maybe the fact it remains unfinshed, not polished to perfection. I caught myself day dreaming again, not realizing where i am. The eye of the public. Oh i thi...