Dear journalDear journal August Tuesday 17 2004Dear journal
This will be my first entry into this journal. My psychiatrist said this may help me sort out my emotions, help me to be a more stable person, and he also said it would help my memory.
He also said that I should write in it like I was talking to a person. Reading over the last lines I realized they were wrong. But he also told me not to erase anything at all… so I guess they stay. So I hope you can help me like the shrink said you would. Cause in two weeks I start at a new high school and I’m kinda scared. My mom and me have to go school shopping soon…
-Lucas- &
Davids story part 2David closed up the shop early and tossed the keys into his pocket. He was going on a date with his Sylvia. He had that extra bounce in his step when a man is going to see his girl. Just thinking about her could make him smile. Her long brown hair and her deep green eyes, just made him sort of shiver. Thinking of her soft kiss made him happier than before. It made him think of the first time he had shared himself with her. They both had said I love you right after words, with the air-hanging heavy about them and their breath still dragging in and out.Davids story part 2
He arrived at her home with out even realizing it. Turned and knocked on her do
david's story part 1David was a man who could fix things. He was what used to be known as a mechanic or a repairman. He was also a plumber, and a heating and cooling man. He was all of these things. But around town he was just David. The guy who fixes things.david's story part 1
He had been taught his trade by his father. Who had learned from his father and his father before him and so on. Whenever something broke around town people would pay David a visit. And he would quote them a price. A few chickens here or a few bottle caps their. It was a pretty happy life.
He lived in a town near a great lake of salt. So salty it made things float on it. When he w
a beginningI’m here to tell you a story. Not a happy story, nor a sad story. No dragons will be making an appearance nor space-faring wookies. But is a story nonetheless, it is my story. It isn’t fraught with danger or passionate love. But I think it’s worth telling anyway. I’ll not embellish or play down anything, I’m just going to tell it like it is. And if you don’t want to listen you don’t have to you can get up and leave anytime, but I think it’s a story worth hearing, and I think maybe you might get something out of it… anyway here’s my storya beginning
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Cricket leg serenades To this Asbach taste that veneers late Tuesday -
Companions to a cork parade Of characters strolling through the vines; Residential escape in charmed, young prime Staving off charge of rolling night.
Fetch your pink, From recessed cupboards, bottled up To pour on ice.
Relax.
Lay the tumbler to the coaster; Watch condensation droplets Pool into a question You avoid.
The modern art above your bed Is sacrilege; Grasping for tradition, well-kept And bred in sound c
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Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through
the ey
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Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through
the ey
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