simplicity
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Castles In Air
Just a doltish character Never believe In me Expert level just a far off dream As I sweep and clean for the sweepers and cleaners Are there even rungs?! What does passion prove?! My attitude A corner of me knows, in its deepest inner place The skies the limit from my vantage point Bottoms up Before another grueling day and after building castles in air each night It too shall pass Like life
By simplicity3 months ago in Poets
Dame Nature
Snakes have small heads and no hands, a slithering contradiction to the symbol of wisdom. They are smart because they use others at times; Use others as their hands; Use others for survival. They are beautiful and fierce. They can be extremely dangerous and sweet. They have a great survival intelligence as shown through the survival of the species. They read situations acutely.
By simplicity3 months ago in Fiction
Jolly Boy
Jolly Boy, what his dad called him bc he was always so happy as a child. Jolly boy had gone with his dad as a child to emerse themselves with a tribe in New Guinea. Jolly boy had found an artifact most archiologists research and then spend their hole life trying to locate. He also by chance at the same time found a new species of plant or rather one that was thought to have died off as well as a type of beetle. Really he had stumbled and fallen into it all, but no one believed that, knowing who his father was. This made Jolly boy a bit of a sensation in the area as well as home in the USA, amongst the right circles. Jolly Boy, however, was a bit wild. Much like tribes depicted in movies. This however, was not the tribes doing, infact the tribe was very orderly and well mannered. Instead Jolly Boy's wildness came from the fact that while there, he was left alone for large amounts of time, free to do anything he pleased after his couple hours of schooling. He in turn became very rambunctious, self sufficient, and intelligent. This is mostly good, until combined in his precise combination. The combination proved a winning, but precarious combination. Once they moved back state side he was wholly out of place. On top of this fact, due to his new fame and tokenization as a luck charm his adoring parents set up high security around him. Jolly Boy's days became more structured, in a way he was unprepared for. His day's more lonely, even with people constantly around. Although, he got really good at some video games. He envisioned his school like the jungle he left in New Guinea. The teachers and kids mostly equated with specific animals there, a few reminded him of tribe members. This mind exercise made the transition easier, made it feel more like home.
By simplicity3 months ago in Fiction
Misplaced Not Lost
I tumble in the waves. The grime being washed away as the sand polishes me. I once adorned the finger of a happy bride to be. Purchased by a bright eyed hopeful young man with hearts in his eyes. Hearts that grew with each sight of his hearts diamond. She was dainty and a pillar of beauty. I was a cherish symbol of a promise, how I came to be here I can not believe. I miss her finger and gentle skin that brought me to loved handshakes and hugs, to dinners at some of the best restaurants, to libraries where we read amazing books, to fields of flowers where she formed bouquets, to breakfast where she didn't even take me off when kneading dough. Now I sit without a perch, promise gone, now lacking all meaning other than a once pretty object. A wave deposits me further on the sand bank. I roll and flop with the leafy grean and brown flora of the sea. What a distance I have come. Birds occasionally peck at me once they notice the glint in the sun. Just a few pecks until they find they have no use of me and my metallic taste displeasing to the taste buds. I wonder what is next for me. I wonder how my keeper is, what she is doing, if she misses me.
By simplicity3 months ago in Fiction
Dame Nature
It was decided dinner would be at Siena Restaurant. In the past Local 121 would have been the place, but it's no longer an option. Siena has options in various price ranges. Probably more friendly than Mills Tavern to the pocket book. Food afterall, was not the purpose of this meeting.
By simplicity3 months ago in Fiction
#200: Something to Strive For
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.”
By simplicity3 months ago in Motivation
I May Not Get A White Christmas
I may not get a white Christmas But I'll be cozy inside with my family by my side We'll listen to the waves crash while drinking coffee and cocoa Before unwrapping our presents as the holiday goes Excited to see what each Santa brought us I won't even notice there's no white Christmas for me Plenty of snow in each Christmas movie Leaving our minds in the snow flakes With warm feelings melting the frost away Waking the better part of me I may not get a white Christmas But with the festivities we'll get carried away Snug in our beds the silver reflection of moon on the ocean, same as snow No one will know there's anything missing Except for those no longer present At it's end, thoughts and prayers to be able to do it again next year
By simplicity4 months ago in Poets