Ronda : Writing

Death is Hers

Death is Hers

A Poem by Ronda


Sometimes people can be vindictive in their actions...
Carson Hill

Carson Hill

A Poem by Ronda


An eye opening day in a simple, small town...
Super B***h

Super B***h

A Poem by Ronda


Some people have no morals...
Chardonnay

Chardonnay

A Poem by Ronda


My glass of Chardonnay, radiating a saddened glow from the overhead kitchen light next to the smoking candle that gave up hope moments ago. ..
Loose

Loose

A Poem by Ronda


I am running nude through the field with my bare feet enjoying every sensual blade of grass that has been given to me and grown by our mother who..
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Time

Time

A Poem by Ronda


The mirror reflects the girl I was and the woman I am and the person that you once wanted me to become. I am battered and dying as a fl..
Want

Want

A Poem by Ronda


Being wanted is such a precious thing...
Empty Pillow

Empty Pillow

A Poem by Ronda


Waiting for someone to come home and missing them is always a bitter-sweet anticipation.
Wicked Hours

Wicked Hours

A Poem by Ronda


Awakened with your transparent eyes in the fog of the hourand wanting to call youand make you believe I love you.Calling your voice mail again just to..
New Skin

New Skin

A Poem by Ronda


Bad marriage, bad job, bad friend... we are all a slave to something. Who would not want to let it out and plot our revenge against the thing that ..