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

She slinked into my office, as if she were welcome to bother me, like I had nothing better to do, but hear her out since I was causing her stress. “I’m so sorry to bother you with this but I’m just so stressed right now; it’s such a busy time for me you see, what with Tam’s softball games and Trev’s... Sign in to see full entry.

This love we’re makin’ has me a little shaken and I’m thinkin’ I’m yours for the takin’; but I won’t be breakin’ if you go to forsakin’ cause you just may be the wakin'. Sign in to see full entry.

Are we safe now from the demons just waiting to take us down that road of disappointment, heartbreak and abandonment? Will those overused words protect us from ourselves and time that will knick away at the newness we now feel to the point that we stay away cause we don’t like who we’ve become... Sign in to see full entry.

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So many think I should hate you, but I have decided I will not. It takes too much energy; it gives you too much that I am not willing to give to you. But I must admit as I watched you tonight, over there working your booth, coy yet sure, sweet yet sharp, I did want to come over there, look you in... Sign in to see full entry.

I don’t know what happened to you and me, I continue to see your breathtaking smile in the moments that catch me off guard, and I am vulnerable to your memory. So often, I forget you are even there, but at dinner with friends when conversation is simple and light, or in a moment of peacefulness when... Sign in to see full entry.

I’m moving forward, back to where I used to be, living free, in search of me, amazed often by my discoveries, shocked some by my oddities, but always certain of my gravity. Yep, I’m looking ahead behind the mask you gave to me, searching desperately for some relativity to the person I used to see,... Sign in to see full entry.

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away from the corners that remind me of where I have already been, I almost feel like I could fly, unafraid, for the first time in a long while, setting free a woman who whispers still the dreams of a young girl, forgotten, often, and trapped, mostly in the very crevices of who I thought I should... Sign in to see full entry.

Touching your grace, your elegance, your random perfection, I feel your control take hold of me and shiver me with delight as I reach to understand things I can't explain. You are so much bigger than I, eternal, ageless, consistent. So brilliant is your power that I feel I should fear even a whisper... Sign in to see full entry.