

That MusicWhat sway, how quick, these melodies inspire, Such life, such heat, feelings one must admire. That calls on deeper presence within us, It swells, it bounces, quite vivacious.That Music
They groove, they swing, they whoop and they holler.
All play as they feel it, loud and proper. This music feels like friends missed, but not lost. Like warm reunions, then getting sauced. It plays to move you and move you it does. If not a head bob, then a tap of the toes. It fills the scene, bounces from the walls in,
And then youre with Frank Sinatra flyin. Great moods wash over us


To find another loveI cant live without love. My heart, it feels empty. She wasnt much to me. Yet she filled that big void. Empty, it aches with lust. Needing a girl to love. Heart sinking past my lungs, Down through my diaphragm, Into my stomachs pits, And further to the shit. Expelled, lose me this heart. An empty heart; what use? Without love why bother? What can match loves beauty? Nothing else can fill me. Im hungry with desire. Tide me over with friends. Sate my appetite now. It will be back later. Theres butTo find another love


RejectionThat twang in your chest, the choke in your throat, the burning under your eyes, the spill of a tear, hating everything, wishing they just said yes, the pain focuses in and throbbs, like your heart in a vice, the outlook isnt good, life seems wasted, nothing can go right, all you can do is bawl up, curling up, knees to your chest, holding the pain in, squeezing it against your insides, wishing it would cease, but embracing it because you know its all you get. Being full of pain is better than the emptyness that follows, that hollow feelRejection
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My comic, The Last Protector: [link]
-Mitch Hedgburg
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My comic, The Last Protector: [link]
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