To My Esteemed Rival_Listen the ears of my heart_Miles of Looping Change_Keep On Keeping On
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To My Esteemed Rival
May 12/ 2021Dear Pinky, Earlier today I saw that you left your wallet on the bus, so I’m bringing returning it. I also borrowed some cash, consider it payment for my good deeds. You're welcome. Your hero, Cody. MDear Moron, For one, how dare you call me Pinky? That whole incident was your fault if I remember correctly. The name is Judy …J.U.D.Y… it’s not hard to spell. Second, though I am grateful to have m...
Listen the ears of my heart
Listen!!! I say to you, the ears of my heart; deciphering the loud sweet whispers of hope and faith from the many screams of troubles. Like a sieve filter from the screams of negativity the positivity and sound of victory.Amid the turbulent tides, raging storm, fierce battles ,confusing echoes and cries of despair just listen to the smoothing note that says you are loved, blessed and perfect. Be deaf to the other disturbing sounds and the many distractions to shift you from the right way. Shun that voice that ceases to try, and suggests giving in to a sigh instead of a song, drown that voice t...
Miles of Looping Change
Today’s the day I change. I need a shift in my current path, and I’m running out of time. She’s jogging around the corner through a curtain of drifting oak leaves. In a few seconds, our eyes will meet. Our time together plays through vibrant flashes of memories.***When I forced my aching knees onto the park trail that morning, I didn’t know I would pick up a passenger. A sweet voice called to me, just as I rounded the fountain. I turned to the young woman filing in beside me. I had seen her many times, walking the mile loop just like me. Smiling was her native language.We had never spoken bef...
Keep On Keeping On
Standing in front of my buddy’s childhood home I breath deeply, willing my mind to accept what I am about to do. I raise my shaking hanwww.onedoor.ccd to the door for a third time, fearing this will be the moment I am strong enough to announce myself to the broken people inside. Hearing a sob from just behind the door makes me wonder if it is in fact possible to die of a broken heart. Dropping my hand in failure I squeeze my eyes shut refusing to break my father’s most sacred rule; men don’t cry. I force the tears back that have been threatening to spill since the day I lost my best friend. My best friend,...