am I lucky or am I cursed
either way it might end in a hearse
it might be a miracle I got this far
it seems like my progress has stalled
I think I know myself
does that make me naive
maybe life is about never knowing
about enjoying getting lost in the fog
about writing your story over and over
about being lucky to be alive
if that's the case
I don't like this prize
not the struggling lungs
the aching muscles
the slowly blurring eyes
or the maladaptive dreams
at least, those are the only dreams I remember fondly
I'm supposed to be grateful for this
my loved ones may get an apology
but god won't be getting a thank you card
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato4 days ago in Fiction
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Those last two lines took from great to brilliant!