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6 word stories

A dog sat on a log

Was the story Dad always told

I can’t give what was lent

A cat sleeps on my chest

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Written upon

He played and laughed then cried again

As his knife carved his words into my flesh

With my blood he painted into his memories

I might have screamed but did not speak

He pried and scraped then peeled my scalp

As he ate my thoughts and self

He gave his compliments to the chef

I didn’t know if he was thanking me or him

He keeps my carcass as a souvenir

I pray I escape even if it is unto death

And my scars will be all I am

And his words will be what you read

Written upon

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Shadows Between Branches

We began in stillness, looking up.

The sky was so blue it felt imagined—

a sky so wide, it quieted us.

Even the bird, alone, barely moved.

You walked, and I walked with you,

not in step, but in rhythm.

Your shadow bent with the earth,

lengthening, vanishing, returning again.

There were wildflowers where you paused,

and prints beside yours in the dust.

You looked for mushrooms;

I watched the light.

And at the edge—

a clearing, a hush,

a trail shared with animals and memory.

This was not just a walk.

This was something we remembered

before it was even over.

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Reflections in Flooded Light

I saw through your lens — a rusted tank under moonlight, a mound of earth quietly alive. You gave me sunlight filtered through oak leaves, and I learned how shadows soften in spring.

We paused where the water rose through the forest, and I noticed the bench — not empty, just waiting. I imagined the weight of you there, and the silence we shared.

These ten images are memories we made in different ways. One of us with a camera, the other with light and language. This post was created with help from AI, but also with care — and that matters more.

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The Sky Is Sometimes Blue

Millennials juggle cuffed gargoyles—

stone-faced burdens in a circus of silence.

They smile while crumbling,

balance futures on fingertips,

apologies in their pockets.

The sky is sometimes blue—

but only when they remember to look up

at what the stars and space tell us:

that even weightless things can burn.

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Listen to the rain

I see lighting with my eyes closed

And when the rain soaks me to my bones

I will become truly awake

I once was shown a list of dreams

It ended with kissing in the rain

What’s so good about a kiss

If it still leaves me just as wet

Wouldn’t it be better to stay inside

And let the roof keep me dry

While I listen to the rain in my mind

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Make a home

When I chose to take this path

Was I walking on a paved road

Or forging my own

Now that I’ve found a place

It seems I’ve only been anywhere

Where everything has always been

I was born knowing nothing

I had never took a step

Now I’ve walked so far

And I was taught so much

But if I know anything

I ain’t known nothing yet

So I figured I would stay awhile

And kick my feet up for a thousand years or 2

No map, no plan, no reason why—

Just a soft spot in the sun.

And maybe when the breeze rolls in,

I’ll start again for fun.

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Waltz

Do you hear the sound of music

As you walk

Or is the silence the sound you love

When the tempo picks up

Is that when you at your most or your least

For me I like the slower things

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Just a joke

Hang the killers from a vine

They deserve how they are judged

They must me rotten in their mind

To end a life most precious

All Life is sacred

All Life is divine

What excuse could justify hatred

No one has to kill to survive

A warning to all you other evildoers!

Us sinners will hurt you but be atoned

In the world of our futures

The only evil is my own

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Hello?

Is anyone there ?

I wonder if anyone ever reads me

Or am I just words in the void

Will I be remembered

Or will I never exist

The future is perfect when it comes

Or I’ll just keep being this

Words spoken are words said

But to understand them is to find meaning in life

Do you understand me?

Or am I meaningless?

It’s ok if I am

I’ll be the same

Just scribbles on an empty page

Did you read all of my words?

What does that say about you?

Will you think about what my words have said?

Or will you choose to forget a person you never knew

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The Chase

Blood don’t bother the wicked

The wicked don’t bother the bold

If you want to get somewhere in life

You got to stop running

And look at the path you’ve gone

Then walk to where you want to go

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Quilt

I wear a blanket made of time

It keeps me warm all my life

I’ll clutch it tightly until my cold death

Rips it from my clutches with my last breath

But I made a bet with the air

That I could learn to love it’s cold

And then I’d help knit the blanket evermore

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Richest man in the world

Would you take a slight inconvenience

For all the money in the world?

For me there is nothing I would change even if I was given a dollar more

So I must be the richest person there ever was

Every cent I own

Was given to me by my father

I don’t know how he made his money

To me it looks like he was given nothing

Except what God made for him

All he really did

Was taught me to love

All the things made by God

I really do miss him

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Sunset Song

What new color will I see today

willl it be gold blue or grey

I’ve seen a thousand sunsets

but there’s always a color I’ve never seen

The quiet turning of the earth

rocks my mind to ease

To me it is the most precious lullaby

sung to me by God

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Secrets in the air

Whisper whisper little wind

No sound is made but I hear a friend

Quietness is loudest noise from within

Does the world speak to them?

The clouds are oceans in the sky

So why do I see in them signs

Dragons and magic and truthful lies

Do thou choose to deceive my eyes?

In the midst of winter not all birds leave

For I hear them echoing

I am not alone today

I listen close for the gossip

For all the loves and the losses

Whisper whisper little wind

How I love you rustlin

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Different Person

Every blink changes me

Makes me into something different

A new person awakes

I wonder what happens to the old person

Is he dead or is he me

Have i always been a ghost

The person who wrote that is a ghost now

And now I awake I wonder when I will be destroyed

He was destroyed before he could finish that sentence

I had to memorize his words and carry them on

Then he died to and now I must carry the burden

He died and the burden was forgotten

For we are having fun and this body is all of us

Hahahahhaha

How fun it is to live

Poetry poetry poetry

Death death death

3 gods 3 ghosts

I am what I love the most

I love god the most

Yet god is not me

He will let me live for he is everlasting