Unbroken
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        I wouldnt know how to describe a motion picture or a sonata, but I can tell
someone how I feel, though they r arely know what I mean. Words fail me often,
but aught notices. They arent listening anyway. One person knows me.
When I talk to him I feel like a knife in a drawer, because my words have power.
The possible damage would be irreparable.
        He and I are like a house travel apart. Our sidewalk is askew and our
mailbox is missing. It is painted pink and yellow. We love it, its unique. Last
night I stomped my feet through the floorboards because I wanted to feel my toes
in the earth. I pushed my reach through the ceiling and kicked down the walls. I
know he wonders why I do things like that. I just wanted to permit some air in. I
express, Look hon, now we can see the stars. He brushed off the debris and put
me to bed. He wont sleep tonight.
        His thoughts check mark up with the moon trying to exercise the demons in his
mind. too intelligent, too spiritual for his own peace. A shaman, unstuck in
time. A stroke of genius and a slap in the reckon of this world. Always restless,
searching for answers. Impulsive and inspired, writing down his thoughts.
Funny stories ab step forward dosage and his followers, the Elvi, or dirty poetry. Painting
his visions on sheets that hang from the eaves or painting me with psychedelic
designs. It doesnt matter which. All of it makes me want him more. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
        Some things I rank to him are like sour notes played too often. Im out of
tune. He always sings along. Our waltz is better than most, I suppose. We
know the step by heart. The world...
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-->This is absolutely wonderful! I love the style, the form, the imagery. You are a very talented writer and I whole step forward to reading more of your work.
Im surprised nobody has chin-waged on this. This is descriptive, imaginative, and beautiful. Good job :)
I read this piece and gave my honest opinion and I recieve two bad ranks. Can someone please explain this? As for most creative writing, it is (outside of grammar and such things as that) it is almost a matter of opinion. Nobody, before I said anything close to how I liked this piece said anything about it. Now, I have a minus 2 rating against me. I dont get it. Dont like the piece? Why dont you comment on it instead?!?
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