She sat slightly forward, oblivious to the train's usual crowd of strangers, engrossed in her picture studded comic: "Young Avengers" (The? Young Avengers or just young avengers?). So i smiled, as you do in tinged jealousy upon viewing another content within their exclusive bubble of simple pleasures. I want my simple pleasures back!

So at work the other day (yesterday) I googled writing competitions, with my ambitious hopes high for winning a significant cash prize. Poems and short stories.....my oh my it's been so long. I browsed through the previous year's winning poems for one of the competitions in america (foreign entries free!) and was in total stupor. Why? Because clearly the winner's were a class and a billion beyond the occasion, and so it seemed, was their writing style and use of words. I understood NONE of it. It made NO sense at all to me, and i wondered what the definition of "poem" was. I don't think it was grammatically correct half the time and humoured not the love-of-rhyme within me. Thus, my giggle and potential of being the first foreign entry to win some stunning $10,000 dollars (or some stupid amount like that...american dollars i might add) for a few verses of words cleverly strung together! No worries there, it all follows suit, it's just an idea that can fill the grooves God fashioned in me.
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WAHAHAHAHAHA! mercy mercy! God would have had every part to play if by the slightest chance i even got an honourable mention!
**whispers heavenward: I wouldn't complain with an honourable mention...
eh heh heh!