Month: May 2013

Why are you in such a hurry?

My best friend asked me that the other day and I didn’t know how to answer her. I still don’t. I’m in the process of finding a new vehicle. My old Cavalier is on her last legs and I’m surprised she still carries me to work every morning. It was suggested, by my mother, that…

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Dear Sir.

As an experience gatherer, I must tell you, that all the good things in life come as surprises. When things are planned they’re often not as good, and often not as genuine. Sometimes things come out of nowhere and can morph into something you hadn’t planned. But the thing about surprises is that they often…

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Ninety per cent.

Maybe we drown. Maybe we live. Our lives are always underwater. When every envelope is meant to be pushed. Punished. You’re wearing your green dress now, Inviting me in… Keeping me safe. Swallowing me whole. It’s after three and I can see this is the beginning of the end of broken heart syndrome. Maybe we…

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Appearing online.

Maybe we drown. Maybe we live. I’m always kind of on fire. There’s something inside that wants out. Something that eats away at the necessary parts- Something that buries itself inside the darker corners. I don’t know if it will ever be the same. I don’t know if I want it to be different. There’s…

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Notes

Sometimes I forget how to write – the physical mechanics of it. I’m so used to tapping fingers. I can remember when I thought I’d never learn how to type without looking at the keyboard. I still have to look for numbers, though. I remember when I would never dream of using anything but a…

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Dark.

Staring into the black You coin this as the house of fear- but is it really? When I walk in the dark I place my hand in front of my face in fear of hitting my head and breaking my teeth. But that’s all. There’s no boogie monsters. Just space. Dark air. The hum of…

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Melt

One of my most prized possessions is a letter written to me by author Kevin Major from when I was in high school.  I’ve kept it safely tucked away for years, and now it’s framed on my wall. Mr. Major visited our school and attended one of our English classes. He asked us to write a story or a…

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Reprise

There once was a girl Who wouldn’t let go Even though The rope burned her fingers. It tugged and it jiggled, Smacked and swayed, But her hands held tight through it all. There once was a girl Who couldn’t say no Even though Her heart wasn’t in it. They begged and pleaded, Guilted and yelled,…

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Inside the Sandstorm

Trying to keep an open mind Or at least a clear one. I see you everywhere. It’s like a curse that follows Until we’re not busy Then it comes creeping with the power to make me lose Water from my eyes. Aches in my bones, like a mental arthritis. You just keep calling With all…

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