Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Oh, very nice, William. A wise rhyme, and words to live by. Thanks for them, sir.
And thanks for yours, Peter, I appreciate it.
Wow. I've been talking to people, this last week, saying that they are considering suicide. This is a perfect poem to read today! It ends very strongly and is fine throughout. Thanks!
Thanks, John. What a journey your week has been. I’m glad this found you when it did — and that you found it, for the grace you bring.
true...hate springs from being unloved...it is love gone terribly wrong...take it away and even wrath ceases to exist
Thank you. Being here to guess makes us the lucky ones.
Beautiful words, William. Love and hate, two strong emotions that sometimes intertwine to become one. Given the choice, I will choose love for it is gentle, and beautiful, where hate is ugly, and can destroy one's life if left to fester.
And sometimes the lives around it, as we have all seen. Thank you, Jan.
why do we live in such resistance?are we just that foolish? what makes us so? is it our darned ego?xoerin
I don’t know. But isn’t it great? As I said, being here to guess makes us the lucky ones.
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