It’s All Finite

 

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School started back up and if you are a regular follower of my site here, you know that means I won’t be around as much. ūüė¶ Bummer I know… I will try to get on here a couple times a week. I thought my one class was going to be a piece of cake, and the material is fairly easy, but the amount of time I have to invest in the class is more than I anticipated. But the good news is school is finite like everything else in the world.

 

Well, you know what they say about assume and all.

So, finite is the word of the day.

Can we think of even one instiance of legitimate infinity? Everything is finite except for the universe I believe. Inclulding the accesibility of this site here. I just read it will be down for maintenance for a week! That kind of works in my favor because by then I will have a good handle on my classes and know exactly how often I can post here. Hopefully, I can get a couple entries pre-written.

A POEM

Cruel, finite love

Your shallow grave sooths my soul

There were others, you know

By the way, you can find me on Facebook at Darlene Steelman McGarrity… I write stuff on there, too. But when you request me, be sure to tell me you’re from WordPress or I most likely won’t accept the invitation (lots of spammers on FB).

via Daily Prompt: Finite

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Solitary Soul

 

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For as much as I would love to be a solitary soul, living in the woods among the critters, trees, and occasional wasp eating snake, I know that at this point in my life, it is not feasible. I am part of society (though, these days, the term society is subjective) and I kind of need you guys.

I have always been to myself and at times have gone out of my way to avoid society. I am an introvert and I¬†store up on people energy about once or twice a month. I’ll go to a market, or a concert, or maybe even a park with a lot of people. I’ll fill up on all the energy until I am exhausted and go home to take a nap.

Then I am good for about a month. I am not a recluse… I am an introvert. That picture up there is my idea of heaven on earth. The woods, a log cabin and no one around for miles. I could do it.

As long as I had books, coffee, music, a camera, and an internet connection, I could do it. Because then I could be alone, without really being alone. Despite my aversion to small talk, I do need you guys.

We all need each other.

Happy Friday, y’all. I submitted my project for my one class… didn’t get as good a grade as I hoped, but I am confident I will get a ‘B’ in the class because of all my others grades. Philosophy class is wrapping up as well. I have A’s across the board in Phil 101, so the pressure is on to write two A papers before Monday morning.

I hope you’ll have an awesome weekend!

via Daily Prompt: Solitary

Quill

 

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Staring blank I were

Awed by a lush, vivid quill

Crimson; serious

 

Dreamy ideas

My eyes gazed at the paper

Weathered; Broken in

 

Goosebumps on my skin

Oh the worlds I could create

Paper; quill and soul

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/quill/

Snack on Your Soul

 

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I’ll snack on your soul

‘Til the hell unfolds

Wash it all away

With screams from yesterday

Don’t worry my dear

I’ll bask in your fear

You’re my dream come true

I’ll kill no one but you

And snack on your soul

To watch your hell unfold.

©2017 DAMSteelman

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/snack/

The Game

 

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I commit to myself

I commit to you

I commit to whatever

You tell me to do

I’m rough around the edges

And chilled to the bone

No more spark in my eye

Cruel seeds have been sown

There is something inside

Palpable and fearsome

I can’t let you touch it

The Joker of my kingdom

We commit to the game

Joker and Pauper

Get a load of me

And get a load of the horror.

© 2017 DAMSteelman

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Brassy Lass

 

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Brassy.

That’s what they say about me.

I know it is a polite term that means bitch.

And that’s okay.

I spent too many years being the nice girl.

I cried too many nights being the pushover.

Now…

I am brassy.

 

I won’t go out of my way to be mean.

That’s not who I am.

But I will stick up for myself.

I guess people think that means I’m a brassy bitch.

Nope.

Just a brassy lass that takes no crap.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/brassy/