I promised myself I would post every day in November but I’m tired so I forgot and now I’m lying in the dark typing this so I can at least keep one promise to myself since I’m so much more likely to break them but I have no words tonight because the day was so long not for any particular reason except driving in the rain in the dark after work. I’m tired but at least I posted.
~Patience
TBI Survivor Story
Writing letters I can never send
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Poetic fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
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
No, this blog is not about love.
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