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Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

I've realized just how hard I am on myself for making mistakes. Not when it comes to writing, mind you, because I consider every mistake part of a draft. Basically, when you're a writer, you're encouraged to fail the first time or even the first couple of times. Because failure spawns creativity and allows your ideas and stories and characters to better develop. Same goes with music composition and performance, which I also do: Not so much of a crime if I goof on a note or don't write the best song in the world. I'm hard on myself when it comes to people. Tonight, as I was writing this entry...I got into a particularly bad argument with one of my friends. Over semantics, no less. One of his biggest pet peeves. I thought I was being valiant and proper, when really, I was being silly and immature. I was someone who had practically no friends as a kid, so I've built this complex that should I ever make a friend angry or feel like he or she just doesn't want

Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 10.0: May 2004

Turning Point Poem: "Life and Hell" by Belinda Roddie Firebirds swoop down When fist are raised and Collide with blood spilt From vast depths Hands crafted into Swords, spears, Teeth misshapen by Curses. And the shadows of Hell Take advantage and Consume voraciously the deaths Of falsehood Vilification Difference Afraid Of mothers beating children Surprises up one's sleeve And taken out and used to Create a decadent place. Just like Hell. Underestimating life Playing with it like a toy When it can turn on us Guns Pointed to the head, Knives Jabbing at the Throat, Paws and fire Clawing out of shirts and Burning our insides. Was it all to create a Utopia? Then we have failed miserably. Life for the innocent has become Hell. The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since May 2004.

Today's OneWord: Shuffle

Caught reading at work and I shuffled off feeling a mite embarrassed. Not that it mattered in the long scheme. I could still play the newbie card for another week, or maybe the rest of the month. After a while, though, I'd grow out of the ownership phase. Oh, well. I was learning. And I had a wicked inclination for Hefeweizen.