If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Big Brother, Little Brother

By flappergirl - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Big Brother, Little Brother

Today, I lost my cool. Your constant picking at one another sent me to that place where merry-go-rounds clank in my head and multi-colored balls frantically bounce between my eyeballs. Today, I yelled over the two of you, while you ran through the house chasing each other, fighting over the wig that... Sign in to see full entry.

Previous: Nobody is My Friend - New Entries - Next: The Last Time

Headlines (What is this?)