: About Me

I'm old and I'm new

young yellow

black and blue.

Fighting the tide

but still

along for the ride.

I never was a great swimmer,

I'm working on my wings.

My passion is ...

real.

My parents always told me ...

they loved me.

Why I write ...

Sometimes I gotta.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Let's go do what happens.

My best moment ...

It's a long walk to the moon.

My inspiration ...

comes from my experiences I suppose.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Conflict

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Sounding the Silent Trump The horse was battered far beyond death, and yet both parties stood on opposites sides, faces stern and serious, some angry, flogging in futility. It was a reticent passerby who recognized the scene for what it was. He didn't yell, didn't wave his arms and point fingers or attempt to point out absurdities. Instead he pictured in his mind (the safest place he knew), both parties laying down their clubs, nodding at one-another, and shaking hands. He smirked at his own hopeless romanticism, smiled at the mob, and walked on. Though both parties were probably oblivious...

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