Marry, white and red,
pink hued children dancing,
on morning clouds.
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Smell, pink rose petals,
friends dissolve into love’s ache,
red lips soon dance.
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Pink banners wave proud,
“Die Cancer!” tears and smiles
fight, cell rebellion.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
Dear Writer,
Sorry, that I have been away for awhile. I have been busy on my journey to my first four year degree. I wont be earning it until I am 41 years old. Isn’t writing the same? Why do writers consider failure to be permanent within one failure, and one rejection. I tried to go to Art College in my twenties. I learned about story, and character development, but before my junior year was over, and I realized I was spread very, very thin, I quit. I thought my failure was permanent. It took years for my to dust myself off and try writing. Failure is only be temporary, if you get back up, and are perpetually trying. Dear Writer, your readers are out there, waiting for your tale. It may not be for everyone, but be assured, it is for them. Your next project may be your breakthrough project. Your next submission, might be the one chosen. I find joy in the act of writing. I will do so until I die. As for my readers, I will embrace them when we finally meet.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
“Most people, don’t do it that way,” lacing his fingers behind his head, he leaned back and let out and a sigh, “Most people,” he smirked under his peppered mustache, “don’t really see any thing wrong with leaving things the way they are.” I leaned forward, layed my gun on the table, and offered him a 40 year smile, “We’ll then, good news for ya, I am not most people.”
Copyright 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
Again, it is, that the moon siphons my ambition.
Stories on life support, their pulses faintly scratched in the black book I keep in my pocket.
I have wanted to have a book put together by now.
And yet, I have none.
Blogging, is my daily driver. To write. To have consistency.
I have a flash fiction story, in my orange notebook, written quickly in red. Now it hungers to be read.
Excuses to not write, there are none.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
A story. A rose.
Beautiful, if given now.
Pages turn. Petals fall.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
