You use 40 percent less energy in the peloton. A life spent in the service of others, dragging them up mountains, ferrying them down the other side…
The white milky almond mixture in the pan started to gently bubble away. The gentle milky waves, guided my hands…
He had coarse light grey hair, which was only now beginning to bald. His black beaded eyes revealed everything about him, his deepest secrets, lies, truths, and everything in between….
I am a dying star
My heart is collapsing
And I am about to explode
My death will bring about the end of life
For I am the giver of life
And nothing will save my children now
But do not feel bad for me
My death will bring life as swiftly as it ends it
Countless civilisations created of my remains
Everything must eventually cease to exist
And I breathe my last breath
In a flash of light it all ends
Damn human frailty!
I’m leaking
Should have done more Kegel
When everything was working.
Lost my libido somewhere
Years and miles away.
I feel frustrated
‘Cause I can’t read without my glasses.
Damn human frailty!
I can sense the ending.
‘Some day’ has lost any meaning
As that day might not arrive
And only Today is real,
Though even that is not sure-
Maybe today’s just a blip
Lost in Netflix and dirty dishes.
You bloom so elegantly yet patiently
Like bonsai beginning to find its roots
But you are still so delicate, filled with fragility
And when you decay the world loses a piece of itself too…
Flora Goodwin picks at the hole in the tablecloth on her kitchen table. There must be something she can do…
It all began with black. The darkest black…
Hell.
A place I’ve grown to love or hate
I don’t know anymore
When you stay here long enough
You lose all that defines you to the very core…
I stare at the deep azure of the oceans
And they gaze back at me
The fish cry out with a dying breath…
I whisper softly to your ear as it tingles with the smooth sultry sound of my voice. The bright light of the moon gazing upon the Earth approaches, embracing its cool chilly breeze that signals the night…
Keith is smart, quits the 4am starts and high-stakes gambling with the nation’s mortgages for a country reboot before the breakdown…
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