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Procrastination poem

It's hard to begin,
It's even harder to sustain,
It's even harder to finish.
And then the hardest part is
To start anew

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    #2

    I wrote a poem
    It was bad and did not work,
    So have a Haiku

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    #3

    "William, you can't go!" Elisebeth cried out. Her husband, William had to go off to war. "Beth, you know I love you with all my heart, but I have to. Believe me, I really don't want to. I'm so sorry" He walked out the door, and went off to fight. Elisabeth chased after him, but he was much quicker on a horse and went off to battle before she could even reach him. That night, she cried herself to sleep. The thought of William leaving her, and possibly dying was unbearable. She knew what she had to do. That morning, she ran out of the village. All her friends tried to stop her, saying that it was not lady-like, but that didn't stop Elizabeth. She ran to him. She finally got to where the battle was happening. She found the general "Excuse me, sir. Do you know where William Smith is?" She asked, hopefully. With a small groan, the general replied, "Yeah, he's in the hospital, he could barely survive the siege. They're taking care of all his medical needs" he pointed towards the hospital. "Oh! Thank you, sir". She walked there, more worried about him than ever. As she walked to William, she stumbled upon a beautiful bright red rose, which reminded her of William. It was the last one that hasn't been trampled by the soldiers while in battle. She plucked it for him and held it in her hands tightly. She reached the door to the hospital and the nurse welcomed her in. "Hello, I'm looking for a William Smith. Do you know where he is?" She followed the nurse to his bed. She explained to her that he has been shot, and has a very low chance of surviving. "Elisabeth?" William said, weakly. He could barely talk or move at all. "I brought you something." Elisabeth gently handed him the rose. "Thank you, I really love it," He said. He gave her a soft smile, and although drowned in sorrow, Elisabeth smiled back. "I'm not going to make it, Beth," William said to Elizabeth. "I love you.", William said, on his last drag of air. "I love you too." Elisabeth cried over his lifeless body. "I'll never forget you"

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    #4

    Three Midwest Gothic Vignettes

    She regretted leaving the interstate, trying to find a shortcut past the traffic jam. Construction. Always construction on this stretch. The orange signs were faded and slightly tattered. A glowing light warned “Expect delays”. The highway slipped away from three lanes, to two, and finally to a single lane, dirt and broken asphalt dotted with construction equipment, piles of steel tubes and cables. No workers. Was there any progress in the past week? Month? Year?
    And so she pulled off. Into the corn and the fog.
    It’s lonely driving through the fog. The road exits only as far as the headlights extend and vanishes in the dim red of taillights. The corn on either side of the road rose ghost-like, fading in and out of misty existence through the fog.


    A tiny farm stand, placed precariously close to the road. She passes it almost before she sees it. Her stomach rumbles, it’s noon. Cautiously she backs up the car, the road is narrow, with deep ditches on each side. Watermelon. Sweet Corn. Fresh Produce the sign proclaims. There is no sweet corn, only a few tiny watermelons, a couple of tomatoes and a plastic basket of berries.
    “One Dolla’ whateva ya want,” a woman appears from behind the stand. She wears dirty jeans, a faded flannel shirt and work boots. Her hair is iron gray. She could be 30 or 70.
    The driver buys the berries. The pop salty sweet in her mouth. The farm woman advises there is a town with a diner a bit down the road. She smiles with brilliant white teeth.


    A low brick building sits at the crossroads, the sign declares “Diner” from the roof. The driver pulls into the gravel parking lot. A string of bells jingle as she pushes open the white door. Two impossibly old men look up from the counter, study her, before turning back to their coffee. She takes a seat at the other end, a thin layer of grease shines on the formica top, on the menu, on the ketchup bottle.
    “Burger, fries, an’ a coffee?” It isn't a question. It is exactly what she wants.
    The old men glance at the driver again, then up at the old T.V. watching the Weather Channel radar swirl around.
    “Gonna’ strom.” one of them weezes out.
    “Yep” the other agrees.
    The waitress reappears, tops off the men’s coffee and sets a plate and coffee mug in front of the driver. The fries are cold,the coffee is hot.

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    #5

    Elegy to Baby Meat Rabbits

    Only a baby
    Abandoned at birth
    By a mother who could no longer care
    I took you in
    What else could I do?

    Why did it hurt so much?
    I told myself not to get attached
    As I have done for the past couple years
    And yet
    There I was
    More affected than ever before

    The role of motherhood is seldom taken lightly
    And yet I tried to do so
    For in the end I had known the fate of these babies
    All along
    The life they were born into was not one long living
    However there I was
    Mourning over a death that was inevitable

    It was my fault in the end
    And now I hold
    A word of advice for the future
    Listen to the many
    Not to the few
    Especially when it comes to saving a life
    A life that may just save you

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    Thou fur is so soft
    And eyes are green
    Thou heart is filled with love
    And so is mine

    I do not deserve thou
    Love and beauty
    But I do deserve a little purr
    Meow Meow

    Something like that, I forgot it entirely

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    #7

    I had somthing on my mind, which is a sad depressing quote. But I'm okay.

    "It's funny how we used to fake a cry to make us happy, but now, we faked a laugh to see other people happy..."

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