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so tired
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another
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it’s
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it’s
I’m
so
so so
so
so tired
There’s a moment,after baconis placedin searing pan,sizzling,sweating,a momentjust beforethe sizzlingstrip surrendersto heat,risking beingburnt black, that’s the moment,when fatsubmits its willand finally renders,that’s the momentbacon earnsblessed exaltation.
Talk politics, walkside by side, why can’t weshare a vision? Constantlybickering, stoking firesand division. And we weep,and we wail.Gnash our teethto angry wordsechoing in chambers. Can we not stop, pause,reflect how our wordshurt our own cause?Seek to heal, do no harmwhile listening to others. Yet we weep,and we wail,gnash our teethto angry wordsechoing in chambers….
Before I begin writing, I spend some time thinking. My mind sometimes wanders while my hands should be tapping out words. After I close my eyes to think, my teacher taps the desk and tells me “get to work.” It upsets me that he thinks I am not working when I am thinking. Once I…
Welcome to the first poetry contest on TheOtherKLM. This short-form poetry contest is built around a theme that feels necessary: Start Caring. Every word has to earn its place, and somewhere in your poem, something has to change. We are starting small with a $25 first place prize. Why this theme? It feels like a…
Dive into a world where each genre reveals a new facet of life’s journey. From the depths of horror to the heights of inspiration, these opening sentences of an autobiography invite readers on a journey through love, terror, redemption, and cosmic exploration, all bound by the thread of life’s constant revisions.