Diary

Last page of a diary scripted by a heart broken girl, dedicated to the memoirs and the memories of the boy she loved, loves, and will probably love tomorrow....
Cherry

Healing (Part Eight)

I was still shaking a week later, not because I had committed another killing but because it was such a horrific one.

Fade in, Fade out

When the music is silenced, what is it we hear?

marketability

to be a single woman in america & aging to boot, one must have breasts that sing to the air (that never fall, that never sag, that never do anything but what the magazines show on

when politicians cry

taking the podium & patting the eyes whilst whimpering, the genuine feeling in the air, which might naturally come from the massing of individuals together, gets sucked right out

the peak

needless to say she’s bursting at the seams--- she’s in her 30’s & she’s heard all the rumors that it’s downhill from here--- 24/7, like a teenage boy’s one track mind,

THE DAY BEFORE

procrastination

Merry Spring Rhymes

Spring Rhyme The white snow that pelts down Tomorrow will melt down then spring times green felt gown will clothe everything. Snowdrops will start pushing up heads like milk gushing

Silence

You ask me if I'm okay, so I nod. But really, am I?

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