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One Liners....
I was thumbing through some of my ex students' USSW (Uninterupted Spontaneous Sustained Writing) Journals, and I came across an entry by one of my students. He is mildly autistic, and was diagnosed Asperger syndrome. I remembered how difficult his life was when he was in school, and was always the butt of derision from his schoolmates due to his ( Read more... ) -
Draw on sweet night...
In the still, small hours of the night, my thoughts sift through my memories. I see faces and I hear quiet conversations being replayed in my mind. Sadness, perhaps, even melancholy forms a single tear down my cheek. My heart is heavy with regret.
I let my tears flow gently down as I mourn the passing of the year.
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Draw on sweet night...
In the still, small hours of the night, my thoughts sift through my memories. I see faces and I hear quiet conversations being replayed in my mind. Sadness, perhaps, even melancholy forms a single tear down my cheek. My heart is heavy with regret.
I let my tears flow gently down as I mourn the passing of the year.
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Packing, streamlining, and what not...
I'm in the midst of packing up my room for the move. I'm having a lot of mixed feelings, but i guess at the end of the day I guess it's just part of me growing up. Irony of the situation is one would usually mark moving out of one's parent's place as a rite of passage. For me it's the complete opposite. I feel/think that I would have to have a ( Read more... ) -
I sometimes wish...
that I didn't believe in love. I wish I wasn't sucked into the vortex of breathlessness, of want and longing. I wish I didn't care, or couldn't care less.
I sometimes wish that love didn't hurt as much as it should.
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... and I woke up of bed with this uncontrollable desire to sing. It's rather odd, but i think my soul is screaming for nourishment. -
I've just got to share this one!
James, as usual, came home really late one Saturday night after being at the bar all night drinking. Not only was he drunk, he was sloppy drunk. He carefully crept into bed next his wife, who fell sleep angry hours earlier, and gave her a goodnight kiss on the check in hopes that she wouldn’t wake up ( Read more... ) -
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I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I am, once again, the author of my destiny.