Tango

Joined August 2021

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I was 11 years young when my favorite therapist suggested I start journaling. I've entertained her idea for 21 years. Throughout this journey I can confidently say I've accidentally stumbled upon a passionate endeavor I'm not half bad at. +

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Siren Guide
Oh the dream I had last night was wild and free I wandered through a world that seemed so strange to me I flew through the clouds and danced on the moon
By Tango3 years ago in Poets
Discovery in Recovery
An Alphas Regret I am not so great. I have my limits. My temper. It had been quite some time since my last lash out, but here it comes again, fierce yet with a pull. If you decided to stress yourself out of the good of the team. It's your responsibility to deal with the repercussions of such leadership. If you're going to do so then lash out at those you sacrificed yourself for, then it's best not to lead. You are still to be led. Wisdom comes to those who endure the jabs of patients. Not to the pedantic power hoarder.
By Tango4 years ago in Poets
Saved Not Soft
Crashing through the door with Kramer-like urgency, he stumbles about, ransacking every corner of the kitchen for a quick fix. Making sure to alert anyone willing to partake in the ensuing debauchery or at the very least notice him. Red flags flood the gates but the gin is well in control at this point so false courage and that damned compassion take over. Not to mention Jessicas worry and soft spot for James force me to go check up on him down stairs. I'm actually happy to spend some time with him. Jess and I only recently began seeing one another and this must have been about the third or fourth time I got to see her best friend/roommate. He's been spiraling out of control as of late and it's been evident that a bottom was nearing its breech. He's top heavy, about 5'11'' and a kind man from what I've gathered the few times we've crossed paths. So I wasn't at all bracing myself for anything outside of a few shots and a swift jam session. It was Halloween night after all so I thought it normal at the time for him to arrive home hammered and prepared to fight the break of day.
By Tango4 years ago in Fiction
School of Thought
Poseidon's Trident "The swell is steady", he ponders as he kicks off his sandals. He didn't bring much, he never does. As he walks ever so gently to the tip of the softened sand his eyes stay sharply focused on the horizon. As he lingers in the kind, quicksand like muck, he begins to settle and melt into it. Once he's made his print, he slides his feet, remembering that ole manta ray sting long ago accompanied by his truest love at the time. "Not today!", he firmly states. The water is cold, yet refreshing. You only freeze until you submerge in the belly of the first wave. Then, as if the ocean greets you as a welcomed guest, the temperature adheres to your favored degree.
By Tango4 years ago in Poets
Casualty of a Generations Imagination
So often our ideas go unsolicited through careless attempts at finalizing the final product. We fail to pursue it adequately. Therefore leaving us with an empty vessel and no distance traveled with it on our backs. It’s an unnecessary program we also failed to pursue adequately, most likely learned in school as children being force fed information we had no choice in learning or rejecting. From here we began storing this data vaguely to the point of necessary understanding for a grade in a class we may have not been keen on choosing if given the liberty to do so through our own accord.
By Tango4 years ago in Humans

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