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

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Friday, January 18, 2008

The Wedding March

The Wedding March One brave soldier marches to confront another. Bom, Bom, Ba Bom The people stand respectfully, as she enters the room; whispers can be heard over the rustling of her dress. At last he sees her, his heart pounds; he swallows, and feels weak in the knees. The young girls sitting with... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Remembering You I am alone again, and thoughts of you hit me once more. My hands tremble. My eyes close. My heart aches. I tell myself that remembering is too difficult. But I know forgetting is more than I could bear. Sign in to see full entry.

Identity

Once I saw a child in the park; when the stars were out and it was dark. Running through the grass so carefree, not once did it look up at me. It played alone, long after all the other children had gone home. I stayed and watched this child as it ran wild; and felt such a longing to run, too, but... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

In So Many Ways

When I look at the people around me and see only unfamiliar faces, I miss you... in so many ways. When I go to bed each night and my ideas and thoughts swirl around the room, landing nowhere, I miss you... even after all this time. When you come up in conversations and I remember when you were still... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 14, 2008

A Time to Remember

The sweet scent of innocence is the brush of a winter night savoring in the mindless moment of star gazing and that first kiss, when only breathlessness and pounding heartbeats could be heard over the silence of first love. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Haiku

Like a creeping cat, darkness descends quietly and attacks the sun. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Wake-up Call

Outside the storm beckons all dreamers from sleep and the thunder calls on the rain awakening those with promises to keep, flashes of light reflect in glazed eyes for they know the wrath is a comin’ with hardly any warnin’ and very little disguise. Sign in to see full entry.

I’ll Remember This

If nothing else, I’ll remember this very moment when I knew you knew who I was and accepted me with warmth in your heart and a smile on your face. You could shower me with gifts and give me the moon, but it is this very instant I’ll always cherish, when you embraced me as if I mattered. Sign in to see full entry.

Angels

I dreamed today in such a peculiar way, of starry eyes and soft lullabies, of delicate moons and peaceful tunes. Softly she sings, quietly I hear, but when I wake, no one is there. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Seasons

Fall gently colors and winter follows, what the sun now warms the snow will soon freeze, and with these changing times, I know that the teasing of fall air against my face will soon become a winter slap biting at my nose until it numbs. I feel a stir within and I want the enitre world to stop with... Sign in to see full entry.

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