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I begin again only to fall again
trying my best to end up average
because when you're barely mediocre
you find
There's no talent in being a jack of all trades
because the master of one is shining
in the brightest spotlight
and your light
is barely bright enough to see
during dusk but
A single star will shine during night
and suffocating beneath barrels
is hardly worth the lack of energy
it takes to be apathetic
You only need one
person to make you feel like
you've become just a little brighter but
you've always shone that much
it was just hard to realize
that the shadows were your own
Make being mediocre so much more and
an average everyday routine
a rut so deep you don't want to climb out.
trying my best to end up average
because when you're barely mediocre
you find
There's no talent in being a jack of all trades
because the master of one is shining
in the brightest spotlight
and your light
is barely bright enough to see
during dusk but
A single star will shine during night
and suffocating beneath barrels
is hardly worth the lack of energy
it takes to be apathetic
You only need one
person to make you feel like
you've become just a little brighter but
you've always shone that much
it was just hard to realize
that the shadows were your own
Make being mediocre so much more and
an average everyday routine
a rut so deep you don't want to climb out.
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
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
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
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I feel most time I am good for nothing...........and looks so true...sometimes we just need one person to make us feel better.....but looks more important notice we have always shone that much........I liked how you did that one.......I enjoy read your works