DeRicki Johnson

@derickijohnson

DeRicki Johnson, reader writer wanderer. Rooting for humanity, tweetering on the precipice.

Fort Worth, TX
Vrijeme pridruživanja: rujan 2009.

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  1. Prikvačeni tweet
    3. ožu 2016.

    Day breaks Over timeworn sorrows But then... There's always tomorrow

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  2. prije 4 sata

    Because I am A cuorvidae I’m known 2 bring Grim tidings So most folks React 2 me In ways Not so inviting I just want U peeps 2 know I too Have love 2 give So I try 2 share with u A heart From my last kill Don’t understand Your fracas & pure disgust, Distilled

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    prije 8 sati

    I wasn't aware Until late yesterday Or early the day before That angels spoke Croatian I had been extinguished The franchise of my mind Sold for a low bid And then I heard her Singing words against the stars I sought frantically to understand But I'm arrogantly English

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    I peer Over the grass Watching you Tiptoe by, Quietly humming A new lovesong, Mysterious you are, Top hat and cane, Whiskers I admire, Would a hello suffice, Turning your ears, Frantically, I hiss, Scorching the ground, A game of snake And mouse, Chasing you away

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    I wonder would we have classics to read famous paintings to see wisdom of generations passed, if they had run as frantically after every new folly like most of us do if nobody ever stopped listened & looked all by themselves took the time just to feel

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    tonight, i will sit by the fireplace & marvel as Dickens transfigures Facts into Fancies & periodically, my gaze will be drawn to the window where the frantic flicker of flames within weds the falling flakes without & teaches me the splendor of knowing nothing at all

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    3. velj

    1894 Norman Rockwell born NYC. Artist/illustrator receivs 1st commission at 17yo. 1916, creates 1st of 321 covers for Saturday Evening Post. 1969, does Look, cover depicting imprint of Neil Armstrong's left foot on the surface of the moon.

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  8. prije 7 sati

    I feel an angel Reach for me Its hand Made of light A bell rings My final round To end my Lifelong fight No more schemes Or deeds I go to meet LongNight Final rest From all the things That I did Wrong or right Tho I can say In this ring I gave it All my might

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    Maybe I wasn't as level headed as Bobby Stone, but let me assure you I wasn't as trigger happy and as they made me out to be. When the chips are down I play and I never fold. I'd rather die. That's the gist of it. It's kill or be killed, and so I shoot first.

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    I search for you in the light breeze and in the hurricane, in the roaring flames and cooling rain Others are searching for sapphire ghosts, but I wait for you. This is my Winter My exile My longing for Summer

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    prije 9 sati

    Sanity banished, they sought fantasy, in a frantic quest to reign their soul. Their novel construct defied gravity; fears hovered, invention soared. Dreamers, paradigm weavers: a generation sans folklore nesting wishes on cracked ceilings - eccentrics who ask for more.

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    3. velj

    Unknown variables, seem to always meet me where my familiar path ends there is no fear, it's why I always wait for you ...at rivers end never perpendicular some think you, just a loose thread waiting to untangle me perhaps... but what is life without some adventure?

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    I met the Devil at a crossroads. Not literally. It was in Starbucks. I asked him how to save my business from bankruptcy. He leant in close and whispered. "Sell them their own . Then you name your price." That year, we turned our first .

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    The grave robbers broke into the crypt. They opened the coffin but tripped. Dracula was set free. So begins a new vampire fantasy. There are drips of blood all over my manuscript.

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    Some fiend Has just set fire to The cocoa factory Like every cocoa lover I mourned This tragedy But in all this chaos I fulfilled A As a lake of hot cocoa Surged forth To cover me... Even in the darkest days There can be Victory

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    The script of our life was forged In a copper mine Their picks And eyes Colliding between rock and sand Blind with ash they came to The surface As blind as rats Their arms conditioned to chip And crack Even in the sun And the black lung Of home

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    "Irene, where's your brother?" Irene didn't look up from her dolls. "We were playing a game and he got eaten by a dragon.' "Uh huh, so where is he now?" This time she did look up. Half of her hair was singed away. Soot stained her face. "Inside the dragon."

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    “Why do we challenge the need for a sense of the basics to be returned to the classoom?” “Yes. Why do we question the necessity of arts and music?” “Simple,” replied the demon in the front of the twenty hour PowerPoint presentation. “They bring hope and .”

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    “Did you ever doubt your , sir?” “Always Haskins, I was married.” “So?” “Marriage means being committed, so does insanity. What about you?” “I do the same thing every day yet expect a different result.” “Change it.” “Thanks sir, tomorrow I’m staying in bed.”

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    Sometimes It seems a — The promise Of the dawn When daily “We The People” Are pushed around Like pawns They say the weak Are destined To be ridden By the strong But... What’s stronger Than 8 billion voices Singing the same song?

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    "Look at all this stuff, sir. Pens, papers, notebooks." "Our suspect is a writer, Haskins." "Aren't they all?" "This particular chap got mixed up with the mafia." "How can we lure him out." "I'll make him an author he can't refuse." "Witch is what exactly?

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