Work is hard but necessary
There’s a place and time for everything, I try too hard and yet you fire me
Nothing is here to take to the grave
I look at you and you look through the screen
There’s a place and time for everything, I try too hard and yet you fire me
Family is determined so on your steps we lie and sleep
Tomorrow isn’t certain but when we die you take our keys
Personality is how determined we are, we work too hard and feast on our needs
Our trousers get wider and our health is too deep
Is there a cure for you master, when is the time when we can all meet under the trees?
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Caitlin Charlton
Noir Writer & Close Reader. Spotting the elements of Eloquence.
Survivor. Reclaiming my own territory.
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No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace4 days ago in Fiction
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Really it is. No intervals are there.