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Literature
Six Word Stories
One word, regretted
my lips blush
Sugared plums
happiness and
blue tongue
Soft September rain
hides my grief
Little pills
hope flutters
in chest
Love letter in shame
never sent
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My six-word-stories
"A lot is said... none meant..."
"Love and logic truly don't rhyme..."
"Who said you ever knew me...?
...but you did, didn't you? Why?"
"Writers paint pictures that painters cant"
"Do raindrops, departed, ever meet again?"
"I lived till you loved me"
"Alas, you are my darkness redefined"
"Cheap tickets - very strong motivation indeed."
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Largesse
Imagine spraying the donation box grey,
Making it a gravestone and
Bow as if to pray;
But instead inscribe "He gave generously"
On the face of Paternoster square.
Remember to strip the cube clean,
Don your human skin
And bring our carrion
Luggage to be picked apart upon arrival.
The crows would like us to queue at gate nine,
And fill our pockets with cash,
Diplomatic immunity works well, so
We'll be patient until we crash.
The Empire of the Crow is a devious place,
So please remember, Sir, to keep
Antebellum in mind, we can't maintain this pace.
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written for the six-word-stories challenge to Write a six word story about the hardest decision you’ve had to make in your lifetime. Some choices can’t be undone...and the damage left behind is deep and changes every aspect of your life from that point forward... you may survive ...but you're not the same person...how it changes you depends on who you might have been before
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Very reflective words Scott.
The very reading of them out aloud has seen them reverberate very loudly in my ears......
God damn it all........
Oh thats right, i made the choice in the first place.......
Nothing quite so....ummm.....soul destroying......as when.......
as when you get to the realisation that you've....
ummm........that you've had a......."missed opportunity"........
shit i hate that.
Haven't quite worked out whats more painful - the actual missed opportunity or the realisation of the gravely lost possibility.......
A last thought......
“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore