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Meandering, curious bundle of who knows what, when, or how it all comes together

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RipS.hit

RipS.hit

Meandering, curious bundle of who knows what, when, or how it all comes together

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Reflection

RipS.hit

1 min read

A storm was brewing like none from before

A metaphor to me from the rain

Heavy it falls, through the concrete and walls

What was seen and recalled not the same


Neglected in time when and why and what for, the mystery of the man with no name

The endurance of hate, the looks that would cut, the one we called lord of the lane


Has there been enough time, enough seasons and years

Was the distance to ...

Poetry

Drama

The ( BOBA) Beauty Of Being Asleep

RipS.hit

1 min read

Shade pulled over yet another 24

What's more to the breach of a day


The realm of the night the solace of mine

the struggle in and out of its needs


Dichotomous in nature as without is to want

Or the fuel that feeds the machine


Perpetuity not on hand. Not yet, not here

Yet it holds that without is the same


The covenant of ire the sunset that looms

Beauty that blankets the flames


Anguish can’t ...

Poetry

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The Stick

RipS.hit

1 min read

Friends that need are oft

And bereft, as they are not

Those thought them to be

When the measure that is true

Is when need falls on to you...

Poetry

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The Road To Forever

RipS.hit

1 min read

If your hand could reach my heart, what would you do with it?


How would you hold it? What might you do?

If my heart, its fate were left just to you


Would it be gentle the touch that you give

Might you, could you help me to live


If your hand could reach my heart

Would it, could it, be something to start


Would you pull your hand back if I did the same

Not the same reasons but others I’d name


Wo...

Poetry

Family Ties

RipS.hit

1 min read

We are gathered here today in homage I’m told

For a man who most recent passed on

while I just ventured in to escape from the cold

On my walk that had started at dawn


With that I confess from that to this other

That the week should begin on such a tilt

Even more and yet still, this man that was kilt

Is no stranger in fact he’s my brother


Now before you look on, to me all aghast

Estranged we have...

Poetry

A Case For More

RipS.hit

1 min read

The submission of Mount Rushmore is a worthy candidate for consideration.


Some would disagree, yes. However those that would discent should at least concede that Mount rushmore stands as a truly memarkable achievement worthy of consideration.


In the modern world with technology and modern equipment, it seems as though incredible feats of engineering, to include any medium for which the idea was...

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Mist

RipS.hit

4 min read

“Hey Ma, this looks like a really cool place! Did grandma take this picture?” Timmy asks


“What’s that honey?” she lobs back. He doesn’t respond.

“Is that grandpa on the bike?”


Sarah, a/k/a Mom, is in the kitchen wrapping dishes and silverware in newspaper. There are several boxes on the kitchen counter and the spots where appliances would go lay empty revealing a different shade of color than...

Romance

Roads End

RipS.hit

4 min read

**Someone’s been watching over Tom for some time. Just ask anyone who’s crossed his path since he started walking. They’ll tell you the same. **


**It’s 3 AM, and he’s a fucking mess. He’s behind the wheel, careening directly toward the house at the center of the cul-de-sac.**


**He’s full tilt high with a Johnny Walker bookend, and the car is picking up speed. With a cigarette hanging from his l...

Drama

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October

RipS.hit

1 min read

**_I pause take a breath

Lost in those eyes oh so blue

Our promise until death

_****_We hoped, we dreamed with I do

For I’ve loved one. Only you_**...

Poetry

Romance

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RipS.hit

1 min read

Not the first, he thinks, he’s been here before

In the dawn of this new day thats lasted for years

Any reasons, anymore, all the times at deaths door

The where to the here and the now, all there is, all thats left, are the tears


To be told is one thing, to ask is another

Only one is the one that will matter

If not from within, hed be hear again

As they turn with the same to some other


Might ...

Poetry

Drama