Tag: Weekly-Writing

Half In The Bag

He was already half in the bag when I tripped over him laying, spreaded out across the kitchen floor with a bottle of Brass Monkey wrapped in a brown paper bag sticking out his back pocket of his favorite faded blue jeans. (Come to think about it he only owned one pair). He was mumbling

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Shame & Remorse

The memories of a shameless lost that left a black eye and the remorseful pain that was felt is all I have which allow me to look back, discover the growth and remember a time I cherished the most. Sometimes, playing it smart may be the end of a new beginning before it starts.  Shame & Remorse

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A Recipe For Failure

When our poor choices has us playing the victim instead of reflecting and making a change. A Recipe For Failure Harlan’s golden hair blew in the air. He lived against the grain and didn’t abide by any man rules but his own. His smile was soft and angelic. He had a sexy smooth swag about himself which

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The Choice Is Yours

I’ve left an open letter taped upon your door. I’m praying it finds you in good spirits, not thrown away onto the floor and ignored.  The Choice Is Yours So, you’re grown now and nobody can tell you what to do. People can only suggest. You’re sweet like the scent of morning rain. People complement the things

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Friends Who Hold Us Back

Sometimes, maybe more than often many of our friends have nothing going for themselves and they tend to hold us back. Please keep in mind, you have the power to save your own life. Choose wisely. Life begins when one steps outside of their comfort zone. In this case, there’s no need to be a

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Cockeyed Junior

His name was cockeyed Junior. He lived in Nebraska out in the woods on a farm where things didn’t grow. The animals were frighten by him, even the pigs. He had this absurd crazy off-centered and drunken look about himself. He chewed on a stick of straw all day and all night like a horse until

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An Impressive Gathering & Collection

An Impressive Gathering & Collection Police and military’s impressive presences. A beautiful array of flowers. No one’s collection is greater. One splendid display of unity. People from all walks of life participated. Liturgy forms of ritual ceremonial services. You would marvel at the powerful priceless sight of its magnificence. Harlem,   Heaven is at the foot

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The Concept of The Construct

How it’s so important to understand and see the concept of the construct. The Concept of The Construct The meaning of the first three letters of the word, “Concept” is very important to understand. The “con” is a particular belief or belief system. It is used primarily to persuade a particular outlook. To build, to create.

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An Echo From The Pass

 It’s the shot that was heard around the world. History serves as our greatest and most valuable resource known to man. An echo from the past that speaks to the present and a ghostly reminder which can haunt our future. Who can imagine one incapable to spell, read or write in this day and time? What type

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Voices of Monsters Under My Bed

Of all the things I could have been but came up short. So many shattered dreams ultimately became my fault. No time to dream. Things aren’t what it seem. My shortcut mentality only registered short term results. Maybe one day I’d find the courage to plan better instead of dwelling on what should have been

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Invisible Scars

The damp and frigid elicit emotional response which invokes anger then remorse. Things aren’t always what it seems. Happy endings often happen, in dreams. Invisible Scars No life No kids No wife No girl to Share his world Sad as can be… The anticipation of life No family Only tragedy Celebrating holidays Eating treats No longer

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When You Think You’re A Man

When a grown ass woman calls you her boyfriend, she’s in desperate need  of a “Man” and you’re not it.   How the light shines too brightly and it’s real in the field but you keep it real stupid groping in the dark, in search of the reset button. This is not a game. Knowing the

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