writing is mean. by Jared Fladelandwords execute like a wounded soul.
meaning after meaning is shredded
like a holocaust of ill-suited taste.
break in the mid
dull of a sentence for dramatic effect
and suddenly the world thinks your meaning is changed.
this hurts like panda bears
being shot point-blank in front of ten-year-old children,
writing.
I am a mess of thoughts exploded on a page:
organize, organize, organize! 03/25/2007 Posted on 03/25/2007 Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
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Posted by Jean Mollett on 03/25/07 at 07:20 PM Hi Jared,
Great write. Writing isn't or doesn't always go to being mean. Sometimes it hard. We each have our own ways of expression. Sometimes, reading or writing can be felt in different ways from each person.
Wanting so much to place out there words, made into something beautifully created. Sometimes the words come out very loving or harsh. It helps each of us to heal in one way or another.
That each person is not alone, there's someone else out there. that knows how they feel and been thru the same.
I hope this makes some sense. |
Posted by Jean Mollett on 03/25/07 at 07:22 PM The expression of:
Blood, sweat and tears into to it.
It also goes for there's alot of compassion, passion, love and caring, and honesty too. :) |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/28/07 at 02:24 PM LOL! That closing cuplet sounds all too familiar Jared. |
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