I remember you then ( Read more... )

A heart encased in thorns
eyes as distant as a castle tower in the mist
No evil step mother -
finger pricked
a love lorn soul
putting her life on hold
stop time with a magic elixir.

Making life still
before greyed eyes, frozen in time
"I refuse to see this life of lies."
slowly to slumber
life rests, dies.

Gentle caress unfelt
blue numbness to the world
a heart ( Read more... )

Looking around my disheveled apartment, I realized that the mess, the stress, clutter, and packed schedule hid my grief ( Read more... )

THERAPY:

According to my therapist, I should write Tim a letter, telling him everything I need to say.  Then I should burn this letter.  It is supposed to give me some sort of feeling of justice - or maybe just a feeling of letting go, at least.

It's been a month since she gave me this assignment.

I am terrified, and I haven't started it yet.

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He is angry ( Read more... )

Questions to ponder:

• In thinking about what I want in a partner, I have been wondering about how my parent's relationship (or lack there of at certain times) has changed and probably sabotaged my premises for romance. My parents fought a lot when I was little.  Throwing furniture across the room kind of fights.  I used to cry, huddled under my ( Read more... )

In the discussion forum, she said,

...Tattoos are beautiful on women and envisioning the design on my body makes me want it even more.
They are an expression of my inner self that cannot be matched in clothing, makeup or jewelry. They say what words can't about the true essence of who I am. And that is important to me. So I get tattooed to express ( Read more... )

I got the strangest compliment the other day from a coworker/friend at school.  He stopped in the hallway, cocked his head to the side and said, puzzeled, "You look especially good today.  I don't know why...? but you do..."  Then, he kind of stumbled over his words trying to say that of course I always look good... which was pretty funny because ( Read more... )

This is me, turning ( Read more... )

My heart laid out,
the complicated mash of scrawling designs on the faced cards
He and I play "Speed" everynight until I win.

He's faster than me, smarter than I am
at games. He IS
beautiful almond eyes laughing over the fan in his hands.

I am getting faster and faster
as we play.  "Someday, I will beat him in one hand!"
I tell him over my fan.

Greeted ( Read more... )