If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead

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Friday, February 22, 2008

Comin' Home

Yeah, I miss you, think about you most the time, wonder while I’m drinking wine, if you ever did find what you were looking for. No, no one ever really took your place, don’t think I ever gave them much of a chance, always knew it would just be a waste to try and replace you in my life. So, here you... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Reflections

I wish you could have known her then, before it was too late for her, when she was young and foolish, believed in love, friends forever and dreams. Her head was clearer then, full of her ideas about who she would become. Her heart was purer then, bursting with freedom and choices. How I wish I could... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The Fisherman

Like a fisherman watching his bobber, faithful and diligent, you always make sure to yank me back, just before I go down. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Time

Time will tell me nothing more than I already know; and love will heal all wounds when pain is no more. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

What Part of "Me" Did You not Get?

She sat in their living room in a place she once called home, and went back in time, as she studied the pictures on their wall. Looking at their wedding day photo, she stepped back into the shoes of a young, naïve girl, who put her hand in his, and promised her heart to only him; she buried her head... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Changes

These changes are comin, wish I could spare you from what I’m doin, don’t suppose you could ever get it when you won’t even accept your part in it. So I’m movin’ forward to places unfamiliar, maybe I’ll go nowhere, but at least it’ll be my own place in the world, and not a loan from a life I thought... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Silly Me

Silly me for having believed that you meant a single word you said to me. Foolish me for having seen in you someone I could have loved. Gullible me for having assumed I could be someone you could possibly love. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Waking Words This gets me through times I do not understand, when my hands shake my heart trembles and my feet stumble. Without it, I would surely collide with my suffering and fall defeated to never be read again. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The strong me won’t let you do this anymore; you may think her a stranger or façade, but the truth is you created her when you broke her... again and again and again. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 8, 2008

A week ago today I was on my way to a fresh start a new life a clean break. A week ago tomorrow I will have buried my sorrow in cheap wine, bitter tears, and regret. Note: Anyone have any good suggestions for a title for this one? Sign in to see full entry.

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