Mikiesboy

nonsense.. save up once you're working and go ...

the key is under the flower pot, anytime you want it ... she was a wonderful person. i've always written, but she helped me see what poetry could do and be in my life. Thank you, i hope she would be, i often wish i could share with her.

mental lol

It was early, and cold. I stood on the porch of the house and sucked some frigid air into my lungs. My body was sore and my head ached; hungover from all the booze I’d drunk. I stood there, tired, used, knowing I had to walk out to the main road to meet Jeff. I shoved my right hand into the front pocket of my too-tight jeans. My fingers found the five-dollar bill Jeff had given me the night before. In the inner pocket of my jacket was the envelope my ‘host’ had given me for my services. I d

i shouldn't think that's a rare thing ... lol ... now i'm hungry

You can come for ham or the nice big pork shoulder sitting in my freezer... but i do not offer chocolate gravy. NO.. not never! LOL

NO... never ever ever... LOL

OMG .. they do ... they do come with bacon!!! https://www.amazon.com/Bacon-Dark-Chocolate-Covered-Oreos/dp/B00FZ0CYYA

Do they come with bacon?

campestral adjective | kam-PESS-trul Definition : of or relating to fields or open country : rural Scamper across an open field, and then, while catching your breath, ponder this: scamper and campestral both ultimately derive from the Latin noun campus, meaning "field" or "plain." Latin campester is the adjective that means "pertaining to a campus." In ancient Rome, a campus was a place for games, athletic practice, and military drills. Scamper probably started with a military association as well (it is assumed to have evolved from an unattested Vulgar Latin verb, excampare, meaning "to decamp"). In English, campestral took on an exclusively rural aspect upon its introduction in the late 17th century, while campus, you might say, became mainly academic.

IF he can make it work ...

hahaahaha ... i don't have to go .. not till Sunday ...LOL

Don't worry about pleasing your readers ... tell your story. They are liking it so far!

Well, this was a tasty and satisfying way to start my day! Wonderful to see so many fellow poets here. Thanks, C for putting this together. I often notice that while we don't always get a lot of 'likes' on our our poetry, there are lots of views .. so thank you to all of those who quietly read our work. It means a lot!

it is day... go dogs go ... blah

LOL. No ... i can't think of anyone ... but maybe i'm just lucky. LOL

she is a witch .. she higher in the social order than he is so resents serving those people. i need to think about it but i think there's a story i've taken a pill .. and i think i'm gonna try and sleep. goodnight xo

He breathed through his nose. Lately, he had found himself becoming frustrated with his place, and with those above him. Reaching around the small table he gripped it tightly; mentally pushing his frustration into the wood. He stopped himself once he felt the wood bend. There was something else that entered his mind … someone else. He released the table, sat erect and looked around; casting he called it. He could see and he saw a boy, hurt but he was lying on a stone floor. The stone was dangerous. He got to his feet. The waitress stood with his food. He looked at her, “Can you box that?” She glared at him. “It’s fifty-cents more.” “Fine, thank you. Can you hurry?”

well i may have you look at it once i write a bit more to see what you think.

i've put the three sections together ... the train station first, then the tv segment, then the restaurant ... the guy in the restaurant knows about the Aidey from the train station.. he feels him 'arrive' ... so i need to go from there

been thinking about that story midnight train ... i've fitted all the parts together .. now i need to write the reason... i need to make some notes.

Goodnight.

it is delicous .. i dont think i'll be long either.. good night molly

i cook swiss chard in some red wine vinegar and garlic until just wilted ... no hot sauce, it's not a requirement. And Michael would not appreciate it.