March 2012
7 posts
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Day 49
Are you shooting me clues,
of how you broke the vase
on the living room floor?
Are you telling me not to
walk across the oak wood
floor for fear of my cuts
staining the rugs red with blood?
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Day 48
I can’t even breathe,
you grasp my neck
so tight, I’m losing air.
Gasping, panting, silently,
pleading for you to let
me go, and set me free from
your hands, I kick, I thrash
around violently until I lose
consciousness of reality.
I fall to the ground, numb
from the pain you’ve caused,
drenched in my sweat and tears.
I fall into a slumber, too weak to
remain awake....
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Day 47
Which seat should I take?
If I automatically vie for the
passenger seat, I’m insinuating
that we’re back, back to the
simple times were overthinking
of where I would sit was not
even in the recesses of my mind.
It could show confidence, but
that’s far from how I feel. It
would suggest forgiveness,
understanding, something
which I may not be ready for.
If I sit in...
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Day 46
Friendship is like a seed planted in the dark soil
It is watered, and nurtured to grow into a beautiful plant.
Each seed a different size and color
With open arms it receives the showers of abundance that the heavens provide
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Day 45
One set of footprints along the sand,
The waves washed them away,
And as I looked back all I could see was the glistening light reflected off the ground.
A barren desert, a frozen lake, a still forest .
An empty road, a childless mother, a weeping widow.
An abandoned cabin deep in a wood.
A castaway forced to live off the land.
An orphan in need of love.
A forgotten shipwreck at the bottom of...
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Day 44
Who are you?
I do not recall
for memories blur
in the moonlight
get lost in a river
disappear in the night.
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Day 43
I could have run,
Left the cold salad
And chicken, and run.
Run past the tables
And customers,
and waiters,
And waitresses,
and just run.
Run until I reached
the heavy door,
Breathless, tired, free.
I would’ve looked back,
See you still sitting in the booth,
Playing with the ice in the cola,
Waiting for me to return,
Without the slightest notion that
This...
