we spend our lives trying to get back the innocence of our childhood*i cant forget to fall into that pile of leaves*dance joyously in the rain, splashing in every puddle*or make an angel in the snow
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Memoir (Part 1)
I remember the first time anyone said I looked sexy. The boy was 13, and I 12. I didnt respond to him. I really didnt even understand what he meant by it so I just stared at him blankly. Moments l... Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 07:00:00 GMT
The paths we walk
She'd already read my book beforeAnd it just wasnt worth her timeThe heartache and abandonment Still sat upon her shelfShe brought them down to show meNo, I said, this time its mineI wasnt going to le... Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 09:40:00 GMT
Confessions
I.The family walks through the door. They bring with them an anxiety that fills me along with the constantly screaching buzzer that sounds until the door slowly comes to a close. The mother, busting... Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 08:11:00 GMT
The Sandman
Last night:a dreamof laying in bed(was the window open already?or did it come to be that way?)a flock of birds flew in and began to peck at every part of mebig and black but not beautiful ravensugly c... Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 13:52:00 GMT
Soles are worn and Im out of catnip
I have chased my dreamsIn an unbelievably one-sidedGame of cat and mouseCompletely unsure of which oneI'm supposed to beThe only thing I'm sure ofRunningI have been chasingSo called dreams"She's runni... Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 15:21:00 GMT
They said I would, but I won't
From the very bottom rungOf my rickety rusty ladderI look above To the world I must conquerFailure and Probability Are hand in handPosted at the battlementsThrowing Possibly downWith my sword of purp... Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 23:54:00 GMT
Leech
So many misconceptions held up to me like Im suppossed to be what they are and be sorry for it.
Im never sorry unless I should be.
And trust me, Im definately notNor do I come close to the pers... Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 02:12:00 GMT
lessons from the edge
hardships are their namesake. a time in our lives when we could maybe float up to the top if only we'd stop our paniced kicking and flailing. with open arms we could dive from the cliff an... Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 15:00:00 GMT
What have we (hear)?
Words are escaping
leaking and withering
My river
Is now a dried canyon
Impossible to find the joy that once was there
In my mouth unused
I cant hear
What youre saying
I've lost my voice
But i though... Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 00:36:00 GMT
here today gone tomorrow
a battle of good and evilis slidding across the sand and carrying me awayon its shoulders
a player in the game steals a glanceand for a moment i wonderif he knows the for whysof downward eyes
we alway... Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 15:50:00 GMT
