WatchingWatching Written December 16, 2009Watching
I sit in the car waiting for my sister, parked illegally on the yellow marked edge. I take a peek inside the grocery store through the wide glass windows to my right. The store is full of people moving about, doing what they must. I am annoyed as I flicker through the radio; no music is playing - all commercials. I give up after two minutes and turn off the radio with attitude. There's nothing left for me to do but wait and watch.
Frustrated I look to my left. A woman is making her way back to her car from the store. She looks at the change given back to her and throws the pe
An AffairDear Diary,An Affair
It all started with a letter that I simply had to send. I needed inspiration and decided to ask my friend Billy Collins. Of course that is all I can admit to him being to me- even now. One cannot always be frank with this unjust world. Secrets are hidden from me, and so I must keep secrets from it- for the sake of self preservation alone. It is the unfortunate way of the world.
In truth, diary, Collins and I are currently having an affair. In my letter I told my dear friend of my Reading Myself to Sleep. That was a marvelous lie. Forgetfulness is my excuse if ever I am to be caught- which I doubt; I am
A Scary ThingDeath is a scary thing For one that does not know Or trust In an idea.A Scary Thing
Without proof I am hesitant
to believe in anything.
Without proof
I was taught
I am wrong Because I cannot justify.
And that feeling
of wrongness I cannot seem to logic away.
And if I can logic away, And chose
Against proof
and justification.
Which Idea? Too many. Far far too many.
So much anger.
And so much hate.
I do not have to choose.
But Death is a scary thing &nb
The MomentIt strikes at me as I wake. The edges are blurry and the ends are frayed. It is slipping away the more that I focus upon it. It is as though the moment felt my attention upon it with my conscious mind and it ran, for it was not meant to appear on this level of my awareness. It was meant to stay in the back, with dreams yet unknown and suspicions I have pushed aside.The Moment
She half-heartedly sits up, propped upon two large white encased pillows. Her hair is white, her face wrinkled, her smile large, her eyes aware and wise. She looks at me and knows all. An angel. A white light seems to surround her that cannot be seen with the eye. Bu
44 - Two RoadsTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood. Wait, maybe it was an intersection. And actually, I don’t remember any trees…44 - Two Roads
Anyway, I picked the one that looked Slightly less traveled, (Although, really, they were all pretty Well-worn roads, more worn than most.)
The traffic was worse than I thought It would be, though, and it took me an hour Longer to get home than I wanted it to. So much for slightly less traveled…
But on the journey I discovered myself, And that I hate slow drivers, And people who don’t use their signal bug me, &nb
9 - DriveMy mascara is running down my face, I’m sure. Honestly, though, I don’t give a shit. Recalling your glaring eyes and evil tone, I pound my foot on the gas, Urging my little car faster, faster up the hill. I know if I go fast enough, I could probably take off, And fly up through the clouds with the birds, Away from the wickedness that follows me Around like an ugly dog. I glance in the rear-view mirror, And sure enough two black streaks Trail down my cheeks, And over the angry purple-red bruise Left by the monster with the perfect hair And tailo9 - Drive
Frog Prince“Kiss me,” you said. “I’ll show you the whole world.” Foolish, innocent, I listened.Frog Prince
You did try to show me The world that was at our fingertips. You were my frog prince, And I loved you.
For months we traveled the world, Laughing with each other, Loving each other so much That our hearts were full to bursting. I thought I’d be with you forever.
But the love left us. You became a frog again, And no amount of my kisses could turn you back Into the prince that you had been. I wept, crying my he
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Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler
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Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler
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Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler
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raphael does photography, too!
XD
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Holy Diver
You've been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh what's becoming of me...
LOL. You've figured out the message thing much quicker than I did.
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Holy Diver
You've been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh what's becoming of me...
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