friendship
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Rich Cyan
I guess you can say I have quite a few friends Who know my name and books I had penned Those who’ll share wine and eat the same cheese Send birthday wishes and get-wells from disease Continue reading
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Urban War
Some friends are only friends as long as you keep drinking the same alcohol, eating the same crap food, gossiping ’bout the same people, & moaning ’bout the same damn shit. Continue reading
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Old Faces, New Friends
Pool. Food. Drinks. Old jokes and old funny stories. These were the highlights of my Saturday night. I was with a group of familiar faces, those I’ve known for more than a decade. Yet a part of me said they’re strangers to me. I knew their names but I didn’t know who they were. Continue reading
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When the Oppressor Becomes the Oppressed (Tales of the Universe’s Weird & Wicked Sense of Humor #1)
In an ideal world, we’d still be friends. Writing is our calling. But in the real world, we stopped being friends for a long while now (this story being one of the few reasons). She was a writer, I was a wannabe. My failed attempts to blog ended as a dot in my personal history… Continue reading
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Choose Your Lonely (2 Types of Loneliness)
Confession time. Chasing the dream can feel lonely. Sometimes I’m anxious, worried, doubtful, and scared, hoping someone would hold me and assure me it’s going to turn out okay. Then I share my dream to others, either getting an indifferent “Cool” or a cold, fat nothing. It can be disappointing, I must admit. But here’s… Continue reading
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10 Random Life Lessons (From Death to Reason to Family)
Death is a huge theme of most of my written work. I’m curiously fascinated by it. It’s some space or entity in the universe I know I’ll never get to until I perish from this Earth yet at the same time, in whatever delusional way I can, I am drawn to exploring it. Continue reading
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Nancy
What is it about you? Under the noon sun you lay down, and I prop myself beside you. Silence surrounds us as we drift into an expected yet unplanned slumber. The birds nestle on their trees watching us. Their eyes fixate on us like we are some predators feigning sleep that will pounce on them… Continue reading
Xeno Hemlock 