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The sun fights
against its
very nature,
spraying hot
fire into the
air,
pushing its
own body
away
just as I do.
My heart rages
and pulses
and flares
like the sun’s
hot eruptions.
It is dangerous
like my words
can be,
like my thoughts
can be.
Fiery
and
fierce
and
fatal.
(The word I found was Sun.)
I'll write as long as my lines live
TBI Survivor Story
One Hell of an Apprenticeship
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
come lay down ink...
Fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
Get Your Keys, Grab Your Coat.
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
poetry w/teeth
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
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I love what you did with your word.. very imaginative and keeps with your usual voice.
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Thanks. I was in a “fatal sun” sort of mood, and when I saw the pic, this is what came out of my head and through my fingers. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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