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Someone Should Have Brought a Compass (Love’s Path)

 

We never knew our way around this place

Content to navigate blindly

The lost leading the lost

I tripped you up and picked you up

You tripped me up and picked me up

Love kept us going,

Or pride

Invested efforts in the wrong direction

Never knew our way

 Method to My Madness 🙂

*Inspired by Day 5 of Writers Digest PAD Challenge

Theme: Disguise

So, around midnight, I started thinking, what can I  do for day five? As we know, this is what my brain does at bedtime.

Slowly, a bundle of words emerged:

We never knew our way around this place, but we were content to navigate blindly, more like the lost leading the lost.  I tripped you up and helped you up, you tripped me up and helped me up. Love kept us going, or pride. Invested an effort in the wrong direction. We never knew our way.

Well, not that bundle of words. It was more like a destruction of words:

066

Yeah.

sms aka whatevertheyaint  11/17

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Posted in everyday living, life and reflection, Perhaps...I'll Let You In, poetry, random, Writing

Untitled, September 2016

this is a comfortable life,
the repeating of words
did you brush your teeth?
please pick up your shoes
the toilet’s still broken
please, pick up your shoes!
tasks and outcomes
faucet still leaking
more piles to pick up
it’s fine, really
we take on titles
our names irrelevant
with each metamorphosis

this is a satisfying life,
the repeating of words
why don’t you buy a wallet?
please fix the gazebo
the wipers are broken
seriously! pick up your shoes
plausible outcomes
brake-fluid still leaking
more hats to pile on
we take on roles
our names irrelevant
with each version
of ourselves

SmS aka Whatevertheyaint 9-2016

Posted in Writers I Like

by Matthew

Things I Want to Do

What is it I wish to do?
I want to get close to you;
I want to know what makes you laugh,
and makes you cry.
I want to be the one to
go with you
on those late Sunday drives.
The one to dry your tears,
to say, “I love you”
and leave no thoughts of why.
To spend my days with you
Until we die
The most pleasant thing I can think of
Is spending eternity
With you by my side.
Think of the things we can do
With the strength of love
Between us two.

Posted in life and reflection, Writing

From the Archive: Love Games 7/2009

 

i’ve searched for you an eternity,

rested many places along the way

lost and found and lost again

what tricky games to play

strange rooms, same darkness–

familiar, empty hole

heart ripped then mended

in the game of heart and soul

you hide and i wait,

or you come and i go

universal mystery–

are you friend or foe?

who are you, really, love;

from where do you come;

did i pass you in disguise

in this game of hit and run?

sms/7-15-2009

*Miss Elizabeth, I think this was my first post to the WD forum:-)  I was so scared and nervous.  You made a great moderator, and you guys taught me so much.

Posted in Writers I Like

Incomplete

One of my favorite writers (that i actually know)

Incomplete by Monte Robinson

I love when you…

I hate when you…

It feels so good when you…

It hurts when you…

Why do you…

Why don’t you…

You always…

You never…

Please!  Would you…

If you ever…

Oh yes! You…

How dare you…

I need you to…

I don’t need you to…

With you …whole

Without you …incomplete

***

7/6/11 Monte Robinson