Just shoot me now.
Before the rest of my life unfolds,
let me lie beneath dirt’s dark ease
tickled by centipedes,
sidled by earthworms,
melting into soil.
Let your bullshit compost my remains,
until something beautiful grows.
Brenda Warren 2013
Adventures in Poetry and Writing
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Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
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poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
Writing for Wholeness
Waiting on Words
A Feminist Literary Collective (& outlaw poets swearing)
"What a strange bundle of consistent inconsistencies we all are." Mary Ronan
The weather and the light are just different out here...and sometimes you have to find the words for things.
My poetry is my religion.
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
Be inspired...Be creative...Be peace...Be
a weekly flash fiction prompt inspired by google maps
Observations from the loose nut behind the wheel.
spiritual enlightenment and self improvement
In real life.....
undercaws 
I want it on a t-shirt. I think the second stanza is lovely.
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Thank you, Margo! I like it, too.
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Must not have been a pleasant day for you. So sorry about that. We missed you yesterday.
I did enjoy the imagery, no matter if it was in a sarcastic sort of a way.
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Yeah it is sarcastic. I like the imagery, too. Thanks for stopping to comment, Steve. I appreciate it. My day was fine. Sometimes my writing is based on old “incidents.”
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Would you count that as overkill? 🙂
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Indeed! Thanks for stopping to read, Viv.
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Brenda, that sounds unpleasant. Still it is good to see you.
Pamela
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It ended on a positive note, Pamela. 😉
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