Some more boxes coming over from the abandoned blog. This one I wrote after I graduated from highschool. I moved out of the house (an hour away) and into an apartment with my boss, her son and her crazy brother. I was on step-mom #2 at the time and she was another one to get away from. She wasn’t insane. She was just loud-mouthed redneck garbage. I ended up moving back after two months because the new arrangement was “something to talk about”.
Smoky halls
Accent attic old spirits
Floating around in disbelief
Musky walls
Balancing frames of torment
Sheltering a fiery relief
Demons call
Censoring no sense of pride
Shooting flames that tell
Beggers crawl
Screaming sins of old
Blessings straight from hell
Holy dolls
Symbols of what would’ve been
Mocking those who stray
Mercy stalls
On the dungeon’s path
Making heartless ones pay
Evil falls
Near the path of temptation
Leaving those to dwell
Fate calls
To those who scoff at law
Blessings straight from hell
Articles of Absurdity 
Are you sure these are trips down memory lane you wish to revisit? Just askin. Margie
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It’s all a part of me and I think I turned out okay, so I really wouldn’t change a thing. I might not be so awesome if I did. Ha, Ha…Seriously, what great material to pull from (any genre).
I just thought I’d add a tidbit before the poem if I remembered why I wrote it or what was going on at the time. Is it too much for you to read Margie? I know how you hate long posts.
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You ARE awesome!
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Well…if you think so, then it must be.
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enjoyed your poem as well as the snapshot of a moment in your life above it…
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Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed them both.
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Trips to the past often remind us how we got here, not always great memories but serves to keep us on course.
Liked the poem! Wish I could visit my past with the same creativity as you have done.
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Not great memories…agreed, but great lessons I think. It’s like having a really big dresser with a lot of drawers. Some drawers I open everyday and some drawers I open only if I need a reminder or a great thing to write about. Well…lesson that is.
Glad you liked it. Thanks for the kind words.
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So this was back in 1988 my wickedly fine friend, I think that this new idea of adding older material is an excellent one and this poem is definitely ghoul, I mean definitely cool 🙂 I will enjoy reading more of these older works of yours, they are an interesting addition to your most delightful Space and I can see that others here are already reading them, so your brilliant idea of showing them here has started with a positive edge 🙂
have a fun rest of evening Lorre 🙂
Androgoth XXx
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Yep, 18 years-old with all my dreams in front of me. Look how that turned out! Just kidding. I like my life just fine. It works for me. You’ll be seeing a lot of older material.
I haven’t really written a thing for ten years prior to this blog. Maybe a poem or idea here and there, but that’s it. I have several stories, screenplays and about 800 poems laying around. I guess I should let them see the light of day.
I’m glad you think this is cool. I hope that thought stays awhile.
Great evening to you as well.
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I see no reason why my thoughts will change,
and I welcome any of your poems, and writing
new material or adding past works are both a
very positive step forwards with your Space 🙂
You are a very talented young woman Lorre
and do keep writing and enjoying all that fine
creativity that you have, the adventure is just
beginning my wickedly fine friend 🙂
Androgoth XXx
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You make it sound like such a fun journey. I think it will be.
Let the games begin, old and new.
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Lord Love a duck. Now I know for sure we are related. I lived in that very same building. Five kids in one bedroom and Uncle Perv central down every dark hallway. Made the skittering cockroaches feel like friends. Glad we both made it out just damn fine 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Damn straight and that’s why we don’t give a shit what those people (relatives) say about the stuff we post. Screw ’em all. We are survivors and we gots lots to talk about. Can I get an amen?
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And I know we are related, Lord, love a duck!
ROFL!
Red.
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I’ve never heard that Love a duck line before, but I like it.
I’ve got some good blogging relatives.
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You are beginning something I will be doing in not too much longer. Shame the originals did not make the trip, those are all ashes from that age. Now, if there was still a computer which took 5.25″ floppies, we may be back in business. Man, I do not miss those computers!
Congrats on the survival. Some days, I know why children kill their parents.
Red.
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So….I am intrigued.
I wrote everything down on paper before I started this blog. I don’t know why I did it, but I’m glad. I did have a bunch of old floppies I threw away several years ago. I at least hope I didn’t put anything good on them.
I agree. OR…..if nothing else…..stop speaking to them.
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Seriously, you have to hook up with a metal band. These are smoking hot lyrics for a song.
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Thanks. You don’t think I’m too old?
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