GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!" ![]() These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated! |
6-24-17 ![]() Flowers don't apologize or make blue skies brighter. They won't prevent or get a sunburn (though some will soothe one). How many dozens have preceded a divorce or celebrated death? Nothing says "I <blank> you" more than this thing I pulled from the ground. Cut out the middleman. Always give cash, or at least a gift card. Flowers are for suckers. |
6-25-17 ![]() The beauty that comes from getting older is knowing I don't have to try to push myself up so many mountains just to prove a point. Aging removes some of the most physically demanding options anyway, allowing me to wisely be cautiously selective. And don't think I don't take advantage of that, or I must be unaware of how thankful my body expresses its relief. The race of life belongs to the youth; the strategy lies in knowing it's time to stop. |
6-25-17 ![]() Remember when we were kids and "The floor is lava!" meant something? I only ask because I can see it leeching into you and I'm not sure if I'm fixed enough to save you without getting sucked in again myself. And I swear to god right now it's not selfish enough of me to wonder or ask you how broken do you have to be to send life? To spend life? To enjoy your freedom without it killing you? Because I'm telling you it's half past the time it started to kill me too. |