Stine Writing and Miniatures

Compilation: Reality

Reality

I cringe and I breathe, though chaos still reigns
The pieces of life spin circles and pain
To split the world up beneath what is real
Is like filling the cracks of wounds that won’t heal

Money is key in a world full of things
No one can fly if they do not own wings
Stretching each penny, hesitate not to buy
Is like muting a baby who does nothing but cry. 

But like ships on the ocean with clouds in the sky
The absence of money seems to just multiply
In the environment meant to support life to move on
We are sometimes steadfast like a statue of bronze. 

©2026 CBialczak

RDP Sunday: bronze
Wordle 743
split cringe breathe pieces wings cracks beneath hesitates stretch ship spin chaos
Environment
Three Things Challenge #MM329
MONEY
MULTIPLY
MUTE

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