November 10, 2014 at 3:25 pm 6 comments


i look down at the table


see a salvo of crumpled paper ~

nothing worth anything


failures of thoughts and sentences…

i wonder…

why am i writing?



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6 Comments Add your own

  • 1. MichelleMarie  |  November 10, 2014 at 3:33 pm

    Because we love reading your writing and it’s wonderful! 😀 ❤

    • 2. ladysighs  |  November 10, 2014 at 6:11 pm

      I agree with that. You don’t always use a lot of words. You are precise and get right to the point. We can relate to a lot of your thoughts. 🙂

      • 3. words4jp  |  November 11, 2014 at 1:07 pm

        thank you – you are very sweet.

  • 4. Dom DiFrancesco  |  November 10, 2014 at 11:46 pm

    We write for the love of it, good things will come if you just keep going. 🙂

    • 5. words4jp  |  November 11, 2014 at 1:04 pm

      thanks. I am just not feeling all the great about it at the present moment.

  • 6. InfiniteZip  |  November 11, 2014 at 1:24 pm

    That’s like asking why the sky is blue….answer….because it is a beautiful thing and it changes and everyone still watches in wonder and awe….it makes some smile but most of all, it is a part of all of us even when in rains 🙂 you are a part of our family here and you are loved my friend 🙂


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