doubt a look both ways, cross. Modified to jaywalk diagonally your tree-lined lane.
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five whole minutes
My esophagus burns. It was five whole minutes a go I was talking to you then five whole years as soon as we’re off the phone. The most confused color yellow, desperately hoping to find its place on your dress… Stay tuned.
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As Always, A Privilege
They held modesty in the threads of their shirts - pretense in laces of humble shoes. While gems dripped from their mouths, each word, each pea and carrot, you couldn’t buy; but would cost you your life.
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Preposterous Ponderings: Serious Cirrus
I love weather. We can talk about the weather every day and it always changes.
But I’d like a base understanding of my meteorological companion. Otherwise, we’re just two people with our heads in the clouds. -
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I’ll bite my whiskers to that toothless and ragged find a bargain and go halvsy cause valu is fifty-fifty your favorite rock’s a bison you’d like to meet Mary your favorite tunes are sappy but why waste the happy without you a shell of a man found a tough nut to crack a cup and a half empty do that thing like you know you’ve known me
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I lied
When I said I was young and naïve the last time my heart was broken. Every time was the truth.
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Preposterous Ponderings: Alive
Sometimes I look up from myself and think is this life?
Then I wonder, would that be so bad?
As my mentor would say, “real cosmic shit, yah’ know?” -
Right Now Ago
If it doesn’t rip me to shreds, I don’t want it. Give it to me cold and something cruel. Jaw dropping love all tired and sore. Where do I find the will to live? What fun is that?
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Tantalizing Tips: Laziness is the Work
I often get questions from new readers about where the inspiration for my work comes from. Simply put, it often doesn’t. I rely primarily on a process of laziness that pays itself off in the long run.
This process involves roughly 3-4 steps of meager time investments – generally opportune times when I’m bored or not busy anyway. Initially, I gather ideas by writing down characters, story snips, one-liners, etc. that pop into my head. This is often inspired by the world around me, but not necessarily so.
Step two includes connecting these ideas. Sometimes I peruse notes and sometimes new ideas come to me as I conglomerate these loosely bound whizzes and quips.
Finally, depending on editing and/or publishing, these last one-two part steps put it all together. I paint my finishing touches and clean up anything that feels disconnected.
That’s it. You’ve made poetry.
I don’t do it this way for every single piece, note. Sometimes I do a whole piece in one setting and sometimes it takes the course of several months to years to finalize a poem or short story. It all depends because I don’t invest a lot of time into willing ideas to the surface – I often find this does not work anyway.TLDR: How to write poetry the scribdbits way
1. Gather data (ideas and concepts) – continuous.
2. Organize – per piece.
3. Edit and publish – per piece.
Scribbles 'n Bits 