

BreatheBreathe Tell me to breathe Your solemn words My childish fight Now I stand with My plaintive cry Rising bleakness Shadowing despair To pull the dawn And break the day I wish I knew Why Im afraid And Im ashamed Of my short words My temper finds Where patience fails I could have spent This time today At your side Encased in your pride Instead I stand Out in the snow Cold and cursing My tainted stance My broken words And I bring you down When you should be laughing TimBreathe
Should I Go?
Your Missouri-tagged poetry led me to your site.
I'm trying to get the word out to Missouri area Deviants about a little festival I'm producing in early May.
More information at
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and the Meetup site
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Please send this to any Missouri area writers you may know who would be interested.
Thanks!
Mark Pearce
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It was 15 minutes of sleep. Andy Worhol was misquoted.
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Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die
-Malachy McCourt
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Regards
jo
Your journal made me smile, even though it wasn't intentionally meant to be funny. I hope he rots in hell too
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