Stories tagged “meaning”
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At the beach [poem]
At the beach I watch seagulls Flirt with gravity. I can feel all my problems fading As I lift my face to receive the sun. I sink toes into seemingly bottomless sand And contemplate what it means To be meaningless — Just another grain in the hourglass...
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Up On That Mast
It’s not so often we express What has become of our past What is to be our future And what we want to make of our present We’re locked down in this sea Tied to a mast of insecurity And it is in these lines We swim to shore So listen to ever...
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How To Save a Life
“Listen son,” said the Priest, trying to seem open and friendly but too scared to approach me lest I follow through with my threat and blow my own head off. “We’re all put on this Earth for a reason. We’re all here to serv...
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First Mark
To the fat merchant with the sweaty brow sitting behind the polished mahogany desk, the assassin said, "Life is an interesting story, sir, and the point is to stir any strong emotions. Passion, hate, sadness… “So often people are taugh...
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Paranoia
I went and got my lunch slowly. Walking back to the empty table felt just like it did the very first day. I could feel everyone’s eyes boring into my body from every angle. My face was set in a firm mask. I didn’t want anyone to know what I...
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Over My Head
Once the Police had left satisfied with the knowledge that I wasn’t about to go blowing my face off with a shotgun they left, taking my weapon with them. I got the feeling that they trusted me about as far as they could throw Papua New Guinea, an...
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Friday Night?
Friday night. At least I think it’s Friday night. If it is it means a sponge bath for that what can’t bath themselves. Sometimes I hope I get to that point, when Nurse McCullough is working. Other times I pray I don’t make it another ...
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Must it have a title?
What is going on here? You are reading something that may be a story. Something that must have been written. Mustn’t it? Who are we in this dance? Reader, Writer, Partners? Does the writer not read? Does the reader not create? Where does the sto...
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You've Only Grown
You like the poetic meanings You tie those shoelaces And think to yourself, “There’s a beautiful story behind that” …a beautiful story You like the nature You climb those trees And scream aloud when no one is around, “Up h...
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Artist II
The only thing that matters here is your raw emotion, emblazoned into your medium of choice in a torrent of passion. Whether it be the brush,the pen, the shutter, or the clay, there is no need for observable meaning, no need for outside interpretation....
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Meaning of It All, Piratically Speaking
Hyrum spat into the sea, sure to turn his head to leeward. He evaded his own spit being blown back at him, but the sea spray dampened his neck to send a chill down his spine. Early September in the Atlantic was no time to be on deck in a nightshirt as ...
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Gall
I am writing mainly To unwrinkle meaning (Provided my inspired iron’s steaming) Does reality stitch into what I’m dreaming? Or vice versa? Consider ying-yang colored orcas Swimming in froth topped mochas I don’t know Where my mind wi...
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A Purpose-Driven Afterlife
I’m not sure how I got here, or what I’m supposed to do. That was also true when I was alive, but this time I get the distinct impression there really is a purpose. Or there was. I’ve asked around, but none of the veteran demons have ...
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Needs
I was here. I’d searched long and hard for him, the best in the world at tebori, traditional Japanese tattoos. “I want…” “I will not give you what you want,” he said. “Just what you need. Take off your clothes,...