My Heart’s An Open Book

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Every day…I write you a love letter.
No pen, no paper, just what’s inside my heart.
I know they never reach you.
But, right now I’m OK with that.
Because, no matter how many words I’ve written, or how many more I’ll write.
My heart will never close what was, what is…what will forever be,

the best chapters of my life.

Am I Write? # 6 – This Is 100% Me!

Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else. – Gloria Steinem

Journal Entry # 153 – At Least, I Keep Trying To Tell Myself That!!

You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength. – Marcus Aurelius 

Bike Writer # 37 – But, That Can Change Too!!

We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies. – John Marsden

Am I Write? # 5 – Me, Wall…Hit :(

“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” ― Charles Bukowski

Am I Write? # 4 – Block

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“The wonderful thing about writing is that there is always a blank page waiting. The terrifying thing about writing is that there is always a blank page waiting.” ― J.K. Rowling

Bike Writer # 36 – Don’t Be Tied To The Past, Cast Off, Life Awaits!

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. – Soren Kierkegaard 

Bike Writer # 35 – There’s More To Beauty Than Just Seeing!!

Beauty unites all things, links together flower and star, with chains more certain than those of reason. The poet, the artist, thus finds the clue which guides them in their pilgrimage throughout the world. – Henry James Slack

Bike Writer # 34 – Duck Yeah, Who’s With Me?

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike. – John Muir

Plagiarized Love

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my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter