Tag: writing
member name: Sue D.
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December 11, 2007 12:28 PM EST --
I am not sure what to say, but the disappointment is so great. I never wanted anything from you but your conversation, your time, but you changed things. You spoke to me with such . . .
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February 17, 2007 05:32 AM EST --
LISTEN
Do you hear me?
Words betray us
separate
alienate
and leave a
gaping hole
in my heart.
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February 25, 2007 06:01 AM EST --
Several years ago, I was experiencing a dry spell. I had broken up with a boyfriend (thank God), and had no real prospects for several months. I was enjoying my time alone, but wondering . . .
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March 01, 2007 10:01 PM EST --
I've worn this bandage
for so long.
It seems I forget
it's there sometimes
until I am bumped
and I bleed.
You tore it off
too quickly
revealing wounds
you couldn't . . .
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February 02, 2007 11:41 PM EST --
Dime store paperback
Sucks you into illusion.
Sleepwalking
Through a fairytale
Looking for a clue
Tune into soap opera patterns
For the answers
to your heart.
Holding . . .
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February 12, 2007 10:25 PM EST --
God speaks to me
In the pitter patter
Of the rain.
It will be all right
My child
Tomorrow the sun
Will shine again.
God speaks to me
In the rush
Of the wind.
It will be all right
My child
It will . . .
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February 03, 2007 12:58 AM EST --
I found my diary from 6th grade in a box of things that you just can't thow out. It is one of those with a lame lock that your brother knows how to open, so I don't know why they bother . . .
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February 28, 2007 09:19 PM EST --
You
with the past
locked away
unattainable
future uncertain.
Look
at me
through eyes
of illusion.
Searching
for relief
from fear
and pain
in everyone
but yourself.
PUSHING
CRUSHING
DEMANDING . . .
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March 04, 2007 08:37 PM EST --
He puzzles me
thoughtfulf and kind
can't let him go.
Then he runs
and hides
pushing me away
just to pull me
back again
waxing an waning
ebb and flow
I am so confused.
. . .
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July 21, 2007 01:45 PM EDT --
I wrote a poem last night, and it took the life out of me. I put so much thought and emotion into it that it drained me. I had to lay down, and fell asleep for about an hour. . . .
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November 24, 2007 01:49 AM EST --
I wanted to write something tonight, but I can't. My son is out at a movie, and I am worried. I guess that is silly. I should not be so worried, as he is 17, but I do. . . .
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February 11, 2007 02:07 PM EST --
If I said what
I was thinking right now
You'd slap my face
Tell me to get out of this place
And never come back again.
So I hold it in
And keep that grin
Planted firmly on my face.
But you can see . . .
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January 03, 2007 12:04 AM EST --
I used to be a clown. No really. A real clown that was hired out for birthday parties. I did it as a side gig during college at UC Santa Cruz. I had just finished a job, and was . . .
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January 28, 2007 03:08 PM EST --
I asked my daughter to write about making the world a better place. She is 11. I thought you might enjoy it.
Making the World Change
Violence, drugs, starvation and war. This is . . .
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November 24, 2007 12:21 PM EST --
Since my 17 year old son was a young child, I thought there was something different. I was told to test him for ADHD, and he had horrible temper tantrums, but he also had a very high IQ. . . .
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November 04, 2007 01:20 PM EST --
I read something recently that has stuck in my head. One of those great analogies that you chew on for days. I read that baby elephants are tied to a stake, so that they cannot . . .
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March 06, 2007 12:24 AM EST --
He hides
his eyes
from me.
Full of shame.
If I were
to see them
he fears
I would know
the truth.
Knowing
they are
windows
to his soul.
So he
covers them.
Lives the lie. . . .
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December 11, 2007 10:18 AM EST --
The nearly waist high grass tickles her bare legs as she wades through it. Lost in thought. The wind is blowing her hair in her face, but seems just a minor nuisance. . . .
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February 09, 2007 12:00 AM EST --
I hate money.
I hate to think of it.
Can't separate
need from desire.
I hate paychecks.
I hate the time
between them.
Wanting so much more
than is available to me.
I hate PG . . .
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July 08, 2007 03:59 PM EDT --
She sat alone sunk down deep in the couch, surrounded by throw pillows. She fell asleep on the couch last night, watching DVDs into the late hours of the night. There she sat this . . .
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