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You sit at your keyboard,
Pressing each key with deliberate intent,
So worried about each and every mistake.
You orchestrate and plan out each line
Painstakingly
Before typing permanent words and mistakes
Because there is no 'backspace' nor 'delete' button.
Every second is spent obsessing over
Every missing leter, word misplaced
and wrong? punctuation.
You've gotten so absorbed in not making
Any
Mistakes, you've
Forgotten
What you were writing about.
And so you leave your keyboard for the night,
To wake up in the morning stressed and
Unable to let go of those
Misspelings and, errors.
But today you've reached the climax
Of your story.
You reach out for the keyboard,
Put your fingers on the asdfjkl; keys,
Feeling for the small lines on f and j.
And you type.
With blinding speed and a smile on your face
Every mistae forgiven, forgotten
You just keep going.
The story has taken over you.
As you go over the past
Ten pages
You realize there is not a frown on your face,
But one turned upside-down.
There were no mistakes.
Just happy accidents.
You've declared your imperfections
With every mispelling,
Grammatical error and
awkward sentence.
Sometimes, you have to write blind
To see what you're writing about.
Pressing each key with deliberate intent,
So worried about each and every mistake.
You orchestrate and plan out each line
Painstakingly
Before typing permanent words and mistakes
Because there is no 'backspace' nor 'delete' button.
Every second is spent obsessing over
Every missing leter, word misplaced
and wrong? punctuation.
You've gotten so absorbed in not making
Any
Mistakes, you've
Forgotten
What you were writing about.
And so you leave your keyboard for the night,
To wake up in the morning stressed and
Unable to let go of those
Misspelings and, errors.
But today you've reached the climax
Of your story.
You reach out for the keyboard,
Put your fingers on the asdfjkl; keys,
Feeling for the small lines on f and j.
And you type.
With blinding speed and a smile on your face
Every mistae forgiven, forgotten
You just keep going.
The story has taken over you.
As you go over the past
Ten pages
You realize there is not a frown on your face,
But one turned upside-down.
There were no mistakes.
Just happy accidents.
You've declared your imperfections
With every mispelling,
Grammatical error and
awkward sentence.
Sometimes, you have to write blind
To see what you're writing about.
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
Literature
Millions
How do you tell the story of how a million people felt?
It's like trying to put words on infinity. The telling never ends; once you've caught a thread, you find that it is inextricably bound to countless others, an incomprehensible chain of emotion, a tangled spider web, shuddering with our nympholepsy. Even pictures only tell a thousand words, and a thousand pictures could never hope to come close to the words we lacked. The media's well of words ran dry how could you say it? Activists grew docile and listless what was there to say?
Our misery was collective, but as a collective we were splintered irreconcilably, individ
Literature
The Movement
We are the stardust
Of the broken
And the damned
We are the followers
Of angels
And of sinners
We walk alone
In fields of gold
And fields of green
We are the dreams
Of all the dreamless children
But, they say
I am different
And they say
We are not the same
Look up
Watch the sky
And listen
To all the cries
Of the alone
Who shriek in vain
We are part
Of a movement
Changing the world
In a matter of words
We walk alone
In step with others
Our brothers and sisters
Though we do not know
Today
We link arms
Away, away, away
We go
Illuminating the night
With the daylight
In our souls
Today
We form reality
Today
We form the world
In a matte
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I hope it's okay I used song lyrics for the title... from [link] "Happily Ever After" by He is We ^^
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that is terribly cute and makes me think of alot of the times i've tried writing from scratch on the computer!! for me it just doesnt work!!! everything i've ever written is on paper and then i may decide to post it here but i love it!!