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"My shining light. That's what you are," a breathless voice whispers into my ear. I smile feebly, making myself seem embarrassed or enamored, whichever he'll confuse it for. It's this game I play. Thi... Posted by Rosemary on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 08:03:00 PST |
Apology |
You’ve been filling my head with these things that I want so badly, but I know I can never have. It hurts so much. I wish I could stay here with you, and get through this thing that is just eati... Posted by Rosemary on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:39:00 PST |
Letter to You |
Dear Miss, I am consumed by you.
... Posted by Rosemary on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 04:11:00 PST |
<Another Amazing Title> |
Her song pierces the soul. Moonlight hangs over the flat. She sighs, moans, and flexes. Her hair tosses about, waves of auburn and mahogany, not sure where to rest. Short, sharp nails dig into flesh. ... Posted by Rosemary on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 11:10:00 PST |
Depression-Induced Confessions |
I remember a time of roses, and kisses, and gentle touches. A time when we wanted nothing more than to be a part of one another. When I wanted nothing more than to swallow you just to kee... Posted by Rosemary on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 12:48:00 PST |
Tiffany (Part One) |
Some people have no memories from their childhood. That, or if they have them at all they are brief and cloudy. I, personally, have only one, but it is as clear to me as the world I live in.I was five... Posted by Rosemary on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 10:48:00 PST |
The One About A Retard... |
His mother still bears the marks from her failed birth, tracing from thigh to stomach. That was her child, her first. That was the one that was going to be everything for her. Her pride, joy, and love... Posted by Rosemary on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 10:40:00 PST |
A Storm |
A great visage I see through the curling smoke parting us. Her face, tainted just so with makeup here and there, though she doesn't need it. She brings with her a storm unlike any I've witnessed befor... Posted by Rosemary on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 10:00:00 PST |
An Old One... |
Light blue eyes slowly scanned the terrain. The tribe never seemed to be in one place, always moving, always raiding&always killing. They were in a hilly area, a small... Posted by Rosemary on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 12:53:00 PST |
Worms and Rain and Death and Life |
As the rain falls, the worms crawl, drown, and die. Deep below the earth the water floods them from their homes, forcing them to the surface, where they crawl upon pavement and grass. How many die in ... Posted by Rosemary on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 10:22:00 PST |