He disappears
Though I see his face
His mind is gone
Without a trace
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This is neglect
This is pain
His ear buds in
I talk in vain
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Anime and
B rated flicks
I can’t compete
With Kung Fu kicks
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So here I sit
Here I wait
Doing research
And plotting his fate
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Really, more wives should look into writing poetry. Those momentary feelings of loss and anger when he needs his guy time are great emotions to fuel that new poem.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE2GCa-_nyU
This song gets really cool when you realize that there were only 2 instruments used in the making of the music. All the ‘percussion’ is from beat box sound effects by the cellist and maybe one of the other guys.
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Hopefully this wrist will heal quickly. While I can type, it hurts when I reach for things like the shift and enter keys. I have to move my entire arm to get to the backspace. grrr.
On the plus side this wrap he put on me (to keep my hand from moving wrong and irritating the strain) is too large for my dish glove to fit over. Way to find the silver lining, huh?
Although I have yet to add to my ‘secret book’s’ word count, I have managed to put a few new thoughts into the plans for another book. So today has not been wasted.
I think (after icing this thing down from this typing session) I’ll see about adding a couple hundred words to the ‘secret book project’.
This really is too much fun: Having a secret. It’s kind of exhilarating knowing that I’m the only person who knows what this little project is about.
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Alright! To the freezer for a bag of ice! 🙂
And maybe I’ll find a little acetaminophen, too.
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Keep Writing, You!!! 😉
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