Day 01

Damn! Quotes are such a tricky thing. Especially ones without a context. I’m always very careful with quotations. Yes, I see a question in your eyes. “Why is she whining here?” It’s easy.

I was recently invited by my friends to take part in the ‘03 days 03 quotes challenge’ party and I said, “YAY! Thank you! Of course, you can count on me!”

Prakash HegadeSheldon Kleeman, Ethel Beckett! 
Thank you, my dear friends!

1) Post 1 quotation a day for 3 days.
2) Nominate 3 other bloggers to participate per post.
3) Thank the blogger who nominated you.

But when I started to write my first post for this challenge I realized the scale of my problem. I’ve since changed my mind three times before opening my rough draft dated June 27 to write these lines.

Of course, it’s not a big deal to find some cool quotes from some cool famous guys and be happy with my own coolness. I even spent about an hour searching for them. But then I suddenly understood that hiding behind other people’s famous words isn’t something that I consider a really cool thing. That was my first thought.

My second thought was to use my own quotes from my various essays and poems. It’s not very modest but at least I could always take responsibility for this bullshit. I’m glad that I didn’t start to do this because I liked my third thought much more…

I don’t want to use famous quotes. I don’t want to use my quotes. My friends! My community! My dearest Writers and Readers! Let me use your quotes!

I was nominated three times, so I will take three quotes and their authors will be my nominees. All agree? Excellent! Let’s go!

Grandpa asked why
I talked to his veggies
said I didn’t know
Didn’t know
how to say
Veggies don’t hurt me

Michael Spahr, ‘Grandpa Had A Garden’

One day,
when it’s time for me to go,
I won’t cry.
I will look back on all these days I got to spend,
and I will smile.
I’ll be glad that I’ve had the chance,
to be alive,
and all in all,
that I’ve lived
a pretty good life.

PROSPERMIND, ‘A pretty good life’

Writers write for they are egomaniacs,
A fancy poem our soul’s aphrodisiac.
Spinning words, the most heinous temptation,
Desperation for eternity our only salvation.

Obsidian Visionary, ‘Writer’s Dissolution’

Hmmm… Yes!
The end.

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just sorry,
for all the confusion I have caused,
for the dilemmas I have brought to you,
and for all the nerves that I have cost.

Mama I am sorry, oh,
for all the weirdness I let through,
for the choices that I poorly chose,
and for all the crazy things that only I would do.

I am sorry everyone,
for all the questions I have asked,
for every time you thought I misbehaved,
or all those playground days you picked me last,
guess I just didn’t pay attention,
or even fell asleep in class during ‘Normal 101’.

I’m sorry world,
for living life the way to make it fun,
for expressing my own happiness,
and all in all for being a piece of work,
that will always stay undone!

Now the one thing I am truly sorry for,
is for the sadness I’ll leave behind,
if my eyes and thoughts should decide one day,
that now it’s time to go blind.

But honey don’t you worry child,
I’ll try to leave this world alive,
and even if I don’t make it dear,
at least I’ve lived a happy life,
although I failed and I just made it halfway through,
you can still tell them my stories,
and let them know about all the crazy things only I would do,
know every time you tell them I’ll be sitting here,
enjoying all my memories with a happy smile,
because it was quite a ride!

I’ll see you in a while!

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Fuck… sometimes all what we can do is shout, “Don’t!”
I’m so sorry, buddy. Be strong.


I don’t want to believe this shit!!!
What the fuck?!
Why HER?!

Please don’t!!
… .
Just don’t take HER away from me,
she is all I’ve got!

Oh god, why??
I don’t want to believe this shit!

Let it be me instead!
Don’t take her away from me,
she’s all I’ve got!

Please, don’t!!

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There is a war going on,
Two foes battling each other,
Trying to bring the other down,
Playing unfair games without restraint,
And it all takes place,
In my brain.

My brain is at war,
Competing with itself,
Left versus right,
Without result,
Always coming down to a draw,
Nothing but an endless.

There is a war going on,
Two bitter enemies battling each other,
Trying to put the other in the ground,
Firing away without restraint,
And it all takes place,
In my brain.

My brain is at war,
Forcing itself,
To finally unite my splitted mind,
But no result,
Always comes down to a draw,
It’s nothing but an endless war.

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