BirthdaysThe tears wept and shared, the angst fueled and calmed, the storms that have brought our worst selves, the cruel words said but we never really meantBirthdays11 years ago in General
lungs full of paintrunning around these boring streets,lungs full of paint8 years ago in Free Verse
cap off, hood up and ready to paint.
allways on the look out
for cop callers and pigs.
but never taking my eye off what im about to create.
empty cans falling to the ground.
different spray nosels being swapped around.
rattling and shaking of the cans,
whilst perfect lines get painted beyond the sound.
light headed with lungs full of paint,
standing back to admire what i had just created.
adrenaline rushing grabbing the cans,
turning around to get back down on the ground.
Eliminatedsomething I tossed out this afternoon, taking a break from the fantasy novel I'm working on. An attempt to stretch my mind a bit and start again on the novel with a clean slate. Even after bulldozing through this, though, I'm afraid, I only added one more paragraph to my other projectEliminated12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives