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On The (Straight) Edge
Poison Running through your veins Clouding the mind Making you act a fool Why do you consume In mass quantities That which can harm? That which can make you sick? Make you sad? Do you drink to forget? To remember? Maybe to escape From life From love lost or gone From pain or sorrow Why do you pollute your body Dull your mind Fill the recycling bins with bottles Empty shells Husks of clear and brown glass Reminders of what once was and maybe what should never be. Money spent Beer drunk Clarity lost It’s never too late to stop To think To make a change Or at least to…
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Two kinds of people
Who steps up when something needs doing? Who volunteers and says, I will? Who sees something that needs fixing or cleaning and just goes and does it? The doers. The carers. The community members. Who sits by and watches others work? Who complains but never takes initiative Never offer to help? Who is content to let others toil? The observers. The self centered. Those who don’t care. What can be done? What happened to responsibility? To pride? To care? What happened to wanting to make the world, your world a better place? What can we do when people don’t care? When they won’t lend a hand. What can we do…
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On Writing
I’ve started working on my writing again after taking a little break around my birthday in June. As I’ve been doing that it has brought back a lot of memories. Memories of working at the Dayton’s Distribution Center (that inspired the location and some events in the novel), memories of people there, memories of writing in notebooks on my breaks and at lunch. Also, writing in coffeeshops on Friday and Saturday evenings sometimes. I still find it hard to believe that I have all four notebooks typed up now. Every time I started to type the story up before I thought I would never get it completed. The fact that…
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