Shout to the Rooftops ( Read more... )

The eight of them stood in a circle, completely motionless and neutral. Eyes didn’t travel. Fingers didn’t twitch. Then one pointed… one took her place as she (the one still stationary) pointed to another. And the game continued, one long stream lined motion of pointing and pacing. Fluid ( Read more... )

falling off a swing ( Read more... )

Musings
(Internal Labyrinth 1)Maybe it would be best for me ( Read more... )

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She stared at the patch of freshly disturbed earth. A shoebox lay beneath it. She could not find it within herself to care. Everything within that shoebox will rot. The image of the dirt calmed her soul a bit. It was like burying a relative one had never met. Sadness and emptiness were the feelings associated with such an occasion, but who’s to say ( Read more... )

Run Away ( Read more... )

Collared shirt
Stripes in light
Or in white
Or in greay
Up and down
Up and down
Cannot read
emotions
Getting dizzy
Pastel stripes
Squarish squares
On the floor
Without care
Collared shirt
Cuffed shirt
Very clean
Without dirt
Could be soft
Could be warm
Could be wide
Could be thin
Could be mine
Could be him.

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