He sat, legs out-stretched;
his drink, known as Hangman’s Blood…
he wore exhaustion…
“I’m a Jarhead, Babe…”
blue diamond eyes, a match strikes;
“Of course I still smoke…”
sports bright twinkly stars,
eyes: adorned by shrapnel scars…
lives for deployment…
he carries no clue;
beyond decorative brass…
that he is adored…
A career Tank-Gun;
my first Love, look at you now…
I see fire in you.
Surviving abuse
23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
Art and Lifestyle by Brandon Knoll
life, liberty, love, and laughter
Talking about what's important to veterans with disabilities.
My mental health and I: From the darkest corners of my mind to wordpress
"For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.” —Catherine Drinker Bowen
Welcome. My name is Lawrence Rodriguez. Here is a collection of my writing, some of which will be included in a future flop.
There is a storm coming, are you ready?
human rights
The ongoing saga of Delila Black trying to get to Nashville.
ATTENTION TO ADD / ADHD
I'm the last words of a slain poet
poetry
An occasional blog
It's just G.
don't make people feel bad about something they genuinely love
Real life training scenarios for beginner & expert survivalist preppers. Reviews on professionally tested survival gear essential for all emergency disasters.
Mental health news, reviews and all things funny.
Writer | Mother | Fighter | Lover
Discovering balance on my plate, my yoga mat, and the classroom
A Journey Out of Domestic Violence
.Welcome To My Metaphors.
Connecting to Friends, Old and New, Through Recipes, Gardens, and Dinner Parties
a poetry collection
Poems, stories and more. Mostly fiction.
Steven Cuenca: Manic Expressive Episodes
"For Grace can still be found within the gale; with Fear and Reverence raise your ragged sail."
Heart says
A Groovy Historical World
Class A stuff, could have gone all heavy but manages to play the content nice
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Nice, as always.
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…and when I say “nice,” it isn’t like your grandmother saying “that’s nice dear,” or some douchebag being ironic, hear it like “niccccccceeeee” all drawn out, like you just showed up at the ice cream shop parking lot to show off your new-to-you vintage camaro with the big V8 and t-tops.
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And just to be clear, I’d have sold my little sister off to some Columbian slave traders for a car like this back when I was 12. (And this is why I should stay off WP when by BAC is .about .25
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Nice!
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Nice!
In my ice cream parlor scenario I’m showing off a Chevy though…maybe a ’65 super sport Impala…or an Apache wood panel bed truck….but yeah…nice!
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Reblogged this on Beasts of Articulation.
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