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Do I miss home? Or do I miss the way the high tasted?
Do I miss home, or the way numb felt?
Do I miss home, or how fast life always was?
Do I miss ..
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I used to sit in a crowd of laughing mom's and children, to just train myself to feel numb.
It never worked, I envied them anyway. Their genuine gi..
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Usually words flow so easily for me, they'll just cling to my thoughts until I write them down.
This time was different, I had a whole year to pro..
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Claira, rocking you as such a sweet feeling. Your little body fit perfectly into the groove of my arms. Your sweet fingers and toes twitching as you r..
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I was so afraid to be your mom. I didn't want to screw up... So I made you my mirror. Instead of hurting you, I shut down and that's so much worse. I'..
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I don't know when it all began. Or I just don't remember much. Maybe I suppressed it, deep in a filing cabinet. I'm overflowing now, with feelings. My..
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She is dissipating. He's rising up.
His green eyes so inviting and yellow teeth, bitter with each kiss.
I love him anyway. He's disgustingly..
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I have given life to three human beings. We all share the same smile and big, brown eyes. We have the same cackle and thick hair. My oldest is Lilah a..
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I see my daughter sitting in the darkness, searching.
There is a slight light that just won't dim.. It's Gods hands.
She is sitting on a machi..
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I really questioned my freedom this year. Am I truly free? Every time fireworks went off all I could do is bawl.. I am a slave to my government. They ..
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