Celebrations

As I lay down to
Sleep at last, I think what fun
This day has passed, and

What fun tomorrow
Will bring with it as with a
Friend we celebrate.

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The Bell

A bell once rang as
The day began, delighting
All who heard its song.

But then the sun set
And night descended, and the
Bell ceased its ringing.

No more shines the sun,
And no more rings the bell, but
Those who miss it mourn.

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Tired

I’m tired. I’m not, really, but it’s much more acceptable to say you’re tired than to say that you’re angry and upset and you don’t know why.

I’m tired. I’m not, not really, but it’s so much easier to say you’re tired than to say that you’re feeling prickly and sharp and you don’t know why.

I’m tired. I’m not supposed to be, because I got almost seven hours of sleep last night. But my goal is eight or nine, and the seven hours I got weren’t good. I can’t remember the last time I woke up feeling refreshed.

I’m tired. I’m not, really, but it’s much safer to say you’re tired than to say that you’re feeling jagged and raw and you don’t want to talk about it because you can’t handle hearing, “Suck it up, buttercup,” or, “Figure it out and get over it,” one more time.

I am running on empty, and I’m tired of it.

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World War IV

A piece of brick caught my eye as I hunkered down in the ruins of the ancient capital.

“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.” -Albert Einstein

I snorted as I picked up my bow and nocked an arrow. I didn’t know who this Einstein guy was, but he hadn’t been far off.

I froze as an arrow whizzed by, narrowly missing my ear. The world was a lot smaller now, but that didn’t mean we wouldn’t fight to the death to save what was left.

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Peaceful Day

A cloud floats by in
The blue summer sky, a boat
On the eastern breeze.

A bird flits by in
The bright summer sun, singing
A beautiful song.

I watch from atop
A green grassy hill, basking
In the peaceful day.

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