WhiteWhiteWhite
My mother told me dad had only months left, but before she said that he had over a year, and I’m not sure if time matters now, because when something becomes inevitable, life begins to swirl like so much paint, there are only so many colors and combination one can make. What remains is the paintbrush, still trying to dry from the mess and the strokes and the constant movement from liquid to solid, each color overlapping one another, and dad’s results come in and become parallel with mom’s, the colors keep swirling but black is constant, &
My Favorite Grocery Girl"My Favorite Grocery Girl"My Favorite Grocery Girl
works only on weekends, and the one time I came up to her aisle, I set my heart on the counter, and she asked, “Paper or plastic?”
Our Relationship in Lines"Our Relationship in Lines"Our Relationship in Lines
We are so disjointed, walking on flaming coals, not watching our steps, feet fumbling as We both burn. We are so disjointed, incapable of silent meals, our voices pitched higher than metal grinding against plates, of wine glasses shattering, the slamming of doors, we are so disjointed, even our apologies can’t seem to fix the cracks the leaks on our home, we are so disjointed.
too much to askIs it too much to ask to be loved exclusively? To have no distractions of dark eyes and gossamer skirts No panicked jealous twinges or haunted, sideways glances No double checking or second guessing or retracing vows Just love and nothing else. Is that too much to ask?too much to ask
Is it too much to ask to be loved unreservedly? To have no holding back or holding out No skeletons in the closet or hands behind the back No bashful kisses or hidden meanings or vague promises Just love and nothing else. Is that too much to ask?
Is it too much to ask to be loved sincerely? &n
A Bolshevik NightA Bolshevik Night in an East Berlin Apartment Laying in my bed with a portrait of Honecker watching over meA Bolshevik Night
I know he knows what I am thinking I know he knows what I am going to do He knows I know what will happen if I am caught I know what I need to do
I must see my family, my friends, my love I must see that beautiful West A delicate sunset where I am free
First entry of 2008
Tired
I barely use my DA acct nowadays...
hopefully summer will change that.
how often you use it?
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((A Taste!))
Boobed Box Beats
Bursting Shirt Boobs
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"Run. Run away from the loneliness, because there's no use in hiding from it."
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Do better. Grow better. Be better. - George MacDonald
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HaikuWriMo - [link] -Can YOU write a Haiku everyday for a month???
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hate me. beat me, break me.
i'll just stand up and walk away.
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hate me. beat me, break me.
i'll just stand up and walk away.
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"Run. Run away from the loneliness, because there's no use in hiding from it."
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hate me. beat me, break me.
i'll just stand up and walk away.
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"Run. Run away from the loneliness, because there's no use in hiding from it."
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hate me. beat me, break me.
i'll just stand up and walk away.
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