[Positively, positive]
Love me now. Love me today. Just love me always. Please forever stay. I'll adore your smile. Your eyes and all that you are. Knowing that we, two. Yesterday, today and tomorrow. I'm glad that night.
I knew the light was fading soon, The tree line growing near. I had to make it before the creatures caught up to me. Panic stricken my fate continued to grow with fear.
Howling winds and pouring rain. Accompanying lightening and thunder: BANG. I've lost my keys somewhere, who knows. I'm soaked through and through all the way to my toes.
We're pregnant. Yes, indeed. I'm still in shock. It's so hard to believe. We've waited so long. I can't believe it's true. A tiny baby. A part of me, a part of you. What will will name him.
Take my money, I don't care. Just leave me alone and get the hell out of here. I've never met someone so dense... It's like talking to a wooden fence. You're so defensive, ignorant and petty.
I hid them under the steps. Piece, by piece I carried his bones. Wrapped in bags, like trash. With recyclable cardboard. The person who raped me. Walked free and clear. After evidence didn't prove.
Spider web around my toe. Tangled up, I have to go. Pulling me down under the stairs. I'm afraid they'll snatch me, unawares. Bony fingers scratch my skin. Grabbing my clothes and reaching within.
Baby owl up in the tree. Your feathers are so plush. You're cute and soft, so sweet. Camouflaged in the trees so lush. Hoot and hoot as darkness falls. Your mama will bring food tonight.
The wind whistled through the trees. As I turned to watch my son leave. He walked like his dad. Deep down inside I missed him bad. To the west he decided to leave.
Slamming doors. Paced upon floors. Bills are due. She doesn't have a clue. The baby's crying. Homeless people dying. Landlord called. She pulled the phone off the wall. Bob Dylan on repeat.
Smile, it suits you. Cut your hair short, the way I like it. I love sleeping beside you. Waking up to your pouty mouth. Saturdays you bring me bagels. My favorite part is when you nibble my ear.
Average is easy....
Choose me. Pick me. I can't dance... I can't skate... Sounds like alto. I like the tune. Hum a little louder. I want to rewind the tape again. Laying in the sun with mom. Future in the past.
Whistle while you work Put your money where your mouth is. A penny saved is a penny earned. You break it, you bought it. Work, money, save, buy. And so the cycle goes.
She said: goodbye. She yelled, fists clenched. They felt disconnected. Torn apart, finished. When did it happen. She cried until dawn. Low, down, impossible. Feelings of love now gone.
Pissed off Pissed on Turned around Turned on Let go Let loose Right on Right there See this See that Hold on Hold me Can't wait Can't stand Just wait Just saying.
you broke your sunglasses, now you want to borrow mine. that's cool, I want to get a new pair anyway.
S H I T . D A M N . F U C K . gritting my teeth against the rage.
Why do you text me when you know I'm at work. It just makes me want to ignore you. Stop. Texting. Me. While. I'm. At. Work. Really?.
She's my baby kitty. She loves to sleep at my feet. Scratch her chin, let the loving begin. BeBe, my kitty. At bedtime she expects a treat. Chicken flavored, that's her favorite.
What's in the fridge. Cheese. Milk. Old jam. Please help. Stale leftovers. Tomatoes. Juice. I need some food. Bottom shelf. Lunchable gone bad. Doesn't matter.... I'll eat anything!.
They are here. Ready to get me (in the night). Under my bed. Hiding in the closet. Around the corner (in the night). Scratching the wall. Grinding their teeth. Breathing out loud.
Clear was. Clear is. Clear has always been. Lying dormant in the dry sand of the Nimjanhi Dessert. Clear knew the only way out was to find a take.
She waited for the outer door to close before she opened the box. The ribbon binding the lid to the base fell to the floor and she gently pried open the tiny container.
Listen It's written on the wind Songs and sounds Floating down Wings that glide Up in the sky Listen Listen You are floating with me Light as a feather Songs and sounds Wing songs.
i can manage. i can do it myself. you can count on me. you dont have to worry. everything will be ok. i dont need you to tell me what to do. micro-managing me is getting old.
Shrinking shadows. Fists of wire. Eyes that blink. Against the rage somehow. Imagining the present. Was only the past. Living moment by moment. Against the wires held fast. Kiss the morning again.
If you think you can't, you're right. If you think you can, you're right..
When Brew told his family that he would soon be leaving the meadow they were not happy, to say the least. They were not surprised either.