My 6 Word Memoir

Drowning didn't work. I'm a mermaid!

A heart aflame; a charred mess.

"He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God." -Aeschylus

Poem:
Words colliding, invoking beauty, despite themselves.

Memoir:
Someone who wrote poetry, sometimes lacking.

Dead in the cold grave forever


"If you disagree with something I write, tell me so, argue with me, correct me - but don't tell me to shut up. That's not the American way." -Roger Ebert

Does Gorilla glue smell like eucalyptus?

God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms. Drip, drip, drip. John Newton
... how dull it would be to be like the rest. Ralph Hill

Forget me being madly in love


"If you disagree with something I write, tell me so, argue with me, correct me - but don't tell me to shut up. That's not the American way." -Roger Ebert

Grand children really are very grand!

God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms. Drip, drip, drip. John Newton
... how dull it would be to be like the rest. Ralph Hill

A child equals a beautiful gift


"If you disagree with something I write, tell me so, argue with me, correct me - but don't tell me to shut up. That's not the American way." -Roger Ebert

Fleeting glances rarely spawn long romances.


-Aeras

Oh so very painfully true, Aeras.

"He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God." -Aeschylus

passionate love differs from true love


"If you disagree with something I write, tell me so, argue with me, correct me - but don't tell me to shut up. That's not the American way." -Roger Ebert

And yet, one in the same. (in response to Topgun)


-Aeras

Mockingbird, sounding like a Nightjar, sings.

God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms. Drip, drip, drip. John Newton
... how dull it would be to be like the rest. Ralph Hill

At least he calls me friend.

Last night I stumbled into beauty.

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Someone the size of God.

Her kiss is moist with felicity.

Lilac-breasted roller's impressive courtship flight.

Six word poems
Suck to write

She was dripping with climactic anticipation.

Chocolate in hand, not for long.