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Short Stories

Aging

Being a kid, wishing to get older. You begin by wanting life to speed up and get past the boring parts but without realizing some of the best years pass by in that blur. First day of school, first friends, first kiss, so many firsts that you’ll never experience for the first time ever again. With the upsides in the firsts, you also get the downsides in firsts. First fight among friends, first heartbreak, first loss of a loved one. These firsts bring with them a new feeling of pain and suffering you never experienced before. As a kid you look at being an adult with eager eyes to put these bad experiences behind you along with the good experiences.

Being an adult, wishing to get younger. You begin by wanting life to slow down and not fly by but without realizing some of the best years are in front of you. First day of school for your kids, first time meeting new people, first kiss as a married couple, so many firsts that you’ll get to experience for the first time ever. With these firsts also comes the downsides in firsts. First day of your kids moving out, first time losing someone that you spent your entire life with, first time feeling pain and losing vigor for everyday activities. These firsts bring with them a new feeling of pain and suffering you never experienced before. As an adult you look at being a kid with eager eyes to put these bad experiences behind you along with the good experiences.

Sometimes all it takes to change your perspective is to just live in the moment. Life isn’t meant to be relived. Take these lessons, these experiences; all forward with you but don’t let them drag you down. To put it simply, seize the day, Carpe diem: because the day already belongs to you.

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Poetry

I Won’t Forget

Waves of memories

Flood in and out

Memories of histories

Flood in and out


I get told about my life

I get told about my wife

I get told about my strife

I get told and told and told


Waves of memories

Flood out

Memories of histories

Flood out


People talk and talk

I can’t

People understand and understand.

I can’t

People think and think.

I can’t


Waves of memories

Flood

Memories of histories

Flood


I feel life passing by

I feel a surreal high

I feel memories filling the sky

So bright as they pass by and by.


I know it won’t last.

They pass by so fast.

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Poetry

Desolate

From a place I came from before

A place I remember and adore

To a place so dark, empty, cold

Where no one leaves the same:

Takes the young, takes the old

Takes the weak, takes the bold

Takes the happy, takes the cold

Who you are is not to blame

Everyone comes to this place

This dark, dangerous, desolate place