Work, work, work,
knock, knock, knock,
toiling will not stop knocking
even though I closed the door to scribbles
It will never stop knocking.
I stopped breathing
the day scribbles stopped knocking;
Scribbles?
Security doesn’t cease,
love I will follow,
Food on my table,
Clothes cover my nudity,
Self-actualization cometh but I wasn’t satisfied.
The height that I reached and
scribbles got me to the highest triangle,
Scribbles! Scribbles! Scribbles.
I don’t know what to call this neither can I remember why I wrote it which was about 15 years ago and somehow found it in my collection. It reminds me of how I used to think back in those days😀😏…always wanted to scribble something down.
I used to have a book for poems which got burnt when I was in the University and then I stopped writing for a very long time because I felt exhausted from the sad fire incident that took all my properties except me but I’m way over that now…thank God🥰😋
Have fun lovely people😚😉🤪
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Beautiful post as always Eddaz I’ve missed you I hope you’re well.☺️❤️
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Thanks a lot Robbie, I had a long weekend😃 to relax. Thanks a lot for asking and hope you had a beautiful weekend❤️
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You’re most welcome and thank you too I’m so happy you had a relaxing weekend mine was good thank you you’re so wonderful for asking.☺️❤️
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Thanks for making me blush again for your sweetness☺️🌺
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It’s my absolute pleasure you just made my day.☺️🌹
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😉❤️
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❤️☺️
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I can relate to the scribbling. The only difference is I burnt my diary because someone read it. I know when my things are moved. 😁 I was so embarrassed so I had to burn it.
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Ohh that must have felt really awful😟, sorry about that dear. Thanks for stopping by and sharing😌
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True! I’d never felt more embarrassed in my life. I bared my soul on that diary. You’re welcome, Eddaz.
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Thats something one can’t fail to forget, hopefully it doesn’t hurt anymore dear.
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It doesn’t anymore. It was like a ghost from the past but it’s not haunting me anymore. Thank you, Eddaz. ❤️
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Thinking about it gave me an idea. I might make a poem or prose out of that. Thank you for inspiring me! 😊
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Great! Thanks for your sincerity Winnie❤️ 😉
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Thank you for listening too, Eddaz. 😊❤️
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It’s my pleasure inspiring you Winnie and it feels real good to know that😀 and I would definitely love to read it❤️
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Any day dear❤️😉
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❤️Oh! It’s way past your bedtime, isn’t it? 😃
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You’re going to read it after you wake up as I still have chores to do first. 😁 It’s lunchtime here.
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Yes Winnie, it’s way past my bedtine. I find it hard going to bed early this days and especially the fact that tomorrow’s holiday☺️. Thanks for caring Winnie.
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Ok that would be great Winne. Let me leave you to have lunch 🍽 dear. Enjoy❤️
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Lovely words. Hope the fire has left valuable thoughts in you.
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Thanks Subbashini…Yes it did indeed😌 It was quite an experience that one can’t ever forget❤️
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Oh. Okay. Good thing it’s a holiday. Happy thanksgiving, Eddaz!😊
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Thank you, Eddaz! 😊❤️
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Thanks dear❤️🌺 I wish you same.
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You are welcome dear❤️
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You’re welcome, Eddaz! 😊❤️
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A really good poem and the story to go with it was nice, if a little melancholy. It makes me want to go through old stuff and see if I can scare up some of my attempts at literary creativity.
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Thanks Paul. Please do go ahead and do same☺ its a good feeling to find some of this old stuff to reflect on. Enjoy your weekend ❤
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Big ideas occasionally come out of little scribbles! Tony ‘The Phony Poet’ Spitsarello.
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