Sprawled out on the mossy floor, recalling times before |
Though I cannot recall the time I wrote this, I wrote it. That is all.
Slavery
I am the person in the the back of the line
Unsure of what is mine
and all I want is for a life of freedom
no belong... Posted by SARAH on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 02:47:00 PST |
Happiness dangled from strings too high... |
The sex on the bed, the clothes on the floor.
The thoughts in their heads; how she walked out the door.
leaving him all alone, laying in the boudoir craving more.
Her pale skin and supple red l... Posted by SARAH on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 01:41:00 PST |
"Kiss me as you metamorphose all this hate into our love." |
A poem, which I had written before my senior year of high school.
FIXATION
As if to soon be annihilated, I lay there sullen and depressed.
The depression fell imminent and hit hard at its best.
Why di... Posted by SARAH on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 12:41:00 PST |
I woke up and I slit the throat of your confidence. |
I have an opinion on therapy. I have an opinion on why it is appropriate and helpful. I can understand why people who have never been depressed don't understand the importance of therapy and some peop... Posted by SARAH on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 08:42:00 PST |
~Important and helpfull~ |
Hey!Recently, my friend Allan got into a car wreck and had to spend a lot of money getting a new car. It was pretty bad. He doesn't have enough money for food the coming few weeks once he gets home.
... Posted by SARAH on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 10:44:00 PST |