Atoms and Eve

Such wonderful storytelling! Very engaging. Poetry always gets the girls, right...?
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What's happenin BT!  
I was in one of my nostalgia moods with this write. I'm comfy going old timey.  Lol.
As far as getting the girls, well, only one matters !  
I've mostly hid my writes most of my younger life.  It was always like a private life or something. As I got older I ventured into the online world. It really did me a lot of good, as far as learning and processing other writers creations.  It's like a buffet to me. Everyone bring a dish!  
  Thanks for your nod on this one. I liked how it turned out.    

I do like the idea of the book of poems Cassie was carrying. Makes me wanna read them too, lol. Yes, I love the nostalgia too & I naturally endorse it! 😊

How's you, Billy?
I got the idea for this write after a conversation.  Sometimes my brain just zooms without me.
I'm glad that you got some good out of it too!  Thanks for letting me know!

I still think you are hiding a book of poems somewhere, all the same! I'm doing ok, thank you. Hope you are too.😉

Dude, like maybe some others, I have a bunch of old ones in a big binder. Some are drek but some I pick from to update/edit once in awhile. I'm still considering (heavily) doing a self print one eventually.  

I was never any good with math. Poetry would have been a better use for a math book in my world. Love the storyline & imagery in this one

We all have our strengths, though. Yes?  I always sucked mostly at English. It made no sense to me much of the time.  And still doesn't at times.  
Thank you, Willow.  And yes, I agree. Poetry books are at least intriguing !

it may be fictional but it held my attention I could picture the scene and boy do I remember being fourteen
this is beautiful I really enjoyed the setting and atmosphere of the write 💕

Heya Crims!
  I've seemed to have developed a niche in writing within this period of time for me. It isn't always exact, but the nostalgia effect suits my thoughts.  I have some "too long to publish in here" stories that fed this avenue in me.  It's like my comfort zone perhaps.
Thanks dear lady. It's always good to hear from you!

I enjoyed how carefree this reads.
I've missed your storytelling:)
It's always so vivid!

Your details and choice of words build upon the innocence of young love. How poetry
gave a young man confidence. It lets Cassie get into his frame of mind without having
to express it with words. It's not easy to do when young!

It's always a pleasure reading your writes babe:)

Well it came about from one of our conversations.  So you can have partial credit baby!
  You know my mind is a frickin roller coaster.  Lol.
And honestly, not just the freckles part either, but how you carry yourself has a youthful energy that is addictive to me.  It's saving my old grouchy ass!  
  So thank you, for being you.  You're inspiring!

I can guess from your poems that the cute child who never grew up is still alive in your mind... with the memories of father.. Well this is nice piece..

You would be correct, Dimpy.  It's like filling in some blanks, over time.  Even if it isn't exact, it's a good way to remember what was valuable, so that our personalities can balance themselves.

Thanks Dimpy.  I hope all is well over that side of the world.

You are right..and yeah  everything is fine here..thank you :)

Top to bottom a winner !

BIG PRAISE

I gladly accept a Gary trophy!  
I just like writing from this perspective.  It flows so easily for me. The ideas and visions never stop.  I did have a pretty eventful youth. Ahem.  So much of this is on point with the nostalgia effect.
Thank you for the props amigo!

'' but hell was so far away
when you're fourteen ''

That there sunk like an anchor
of Reality..

Your vibes are so vivid and tangible
so much so that even when you're writing fiction
it all feels so relatable

Thank you Naajir,
It seems I find myself back in that timeframe when I am reaching for ideas to write about.  So even if it isn't exact, it's similar to the times for me.  
I'm glad though that you know not to hold on to that anchor too long!  I learned the hard way.  Lol

Dear S,

What I wouldn’t give to have been able to set fire to my math books. However, tripping down memory lane I truly enjoyed this poem for its nostalgia and sweetness. It reminds me how much we have going on at any one period of our lives and memories long since forgotten. Lovely piece. H🌷

Somehow I was a brainiac with math as a kid. I could just look at it and know the answers.  
Except word problems. Those fell in with reading and English and crap. I had to learn to slow down when reading.  Which writing actually aided me the most.  So yay!
   Writing has been my woosah for sure.
I'm glad that it can be rewarding for those who read my results.  So I appreciate the nod!

You could write the damn paint off a barn. Or something like that.

Shitballs, man, this was amazing. The storytelling was so nostalgic, so vivid that it seemed real. That's sorcery, my friend, that you can take an image in your mind, a new person, and make her real in everyone else's. Sorcery; and you are a master magician.

Great piece.

I get my ink from scrapings off the barn doors...  
  Thanks Betty.  Somehow I feel safe when I do these old timey writes.  Some of it is truth blended with fiction.  Yet the gist of it is what I am after.  I turned out okay.  Writing has been a great buffer from some memories.  And it helps lay the foundation moving forward.  

Merry Christmas!