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Perfectly Imperfect.I never claimed to be perfect to anyone, about anything.
I never said I
was a perfect
poet or writer.
But I write
from my heart
I'm told that
makes a good
poet and writer,
I never said I'd
be the perfect
friend. But I'm
the best I can
be. My friends
they love me
Just the way
I am. So I have
to be doing
I never said I
would be the
I try as hard
as I can. I
But I please
with what I
I never said I
would be the
know that my
me to be. But
I know they
love me no
And I never said I would be the perfect person, but who is really?
10 days, day oneDay one, ten things to ten different people.
- You're my best friend and precious don't you forget it.
- You mean everything to me.
- You're one of the best things to happen.
- You keep me strong. You hold me up.
- It hurts when I can't help you.
- I wish I could make everything better but I know I can't.
- If I could be there you know I would.
- I hate when we fight.
- It hurts me to see you hurt.
- If I could turn back time just for you I would.
-I realise I probably couldn't live without you now.
-That doesn't surprise me one bit.
-Sometimes I think I annoy you even if you say I don't.
-You became someone that means quite alot to me.
-I'm scared you will just walk away like almost everyone else.
-It surprises me that you still stick around after seeing and knowing everything.
-You make me smile with the fact you accept my family for who they are.
-I would probably tell you everything on this list.
-It scares the shit out of me that I trust you that much.
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Hello. Do you remember me? I'm that book, over there. We met a long time ago. In fact, next summer it will have been ten years.
I'm also not finished. At first, I thought you forgot about me, but that is ridiculous. I ring through your mind even today, if only a faint background noise. My story still exists, and you yearn still to continue it - yet you hesitate. Yet you make excuses. And now, I know what you are thinking.
You are afraid of writing poorly. You are afraid of losing your place, of forgetting where the plot was going - of becoming everything you despise. And now, you consider forsaking me.
Keep on going, my friend. I have been there through your tough years: when you were alone, angry, and hurt, I was who you turned to. I fueled you to carry on toward your dream. You gave your heart to me when you kept writing, even after you lost all your work. You cannot simply forget me, or simply quit writing. I will always be there, as I am now, in the back
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More