Thursday, February 28, 2008
No, we can't watch them all the time, our children are like green moist blades of grass, newly sprung, mostly well placed, and nurtured, so why do their limbs turn black, Their roots wither away, and they dive deep into sin, while their bleeding hearts flow into rivers of doubt and confusion? Why is... Sign in to see full entry.
Not feeling poetic today...maybe, I'll just rant a little...if it's okay...
As a writer I can redefine myself with each new day, giving exaggerated importance to each new birthday and every other milestone in my life. I am a victim of genes. My family was divided not only by state lines but into groups of "made it" or "too meek to make it." With my mom and pops both dead... Sign in to see full entry.