At twenty-one degrees Celsius, Máire's blood was still simmering. It did not seem to matter how much or how cold the water, and at that point she must have swallowed an entire well. The fear of drinking too little far outweighed any concern for what might happen as a consequence of drinking too much. And, … Continue reading Where does it end?
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Rethinking Pink?
I know, I know - "Another Brick in the Wall" isn't about bricks in a literal sense, and neither will this post be . . . entirely. I do however, want to loosely add my own two cents to some of the deep-cutting messages behind this iconic song (or at least, what I've interpreted), and … Continue reading Rethinking Pink?
Fold
I suppose it's easier to hate you. Forgiveness is for fools, right? I look around. I hope and pray, then turn and mull things over; my hoping turns to brewing until even my prayers seem bitter. I want to say I am sorry, even though you no longer care. So you go about your day, … Continue reading Fold
Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Alright, you win if you must,If winning be vengeance.If victory be brute belligerence,By all means, claim your crown.If honour be petulance and petty spite.You take such delight in putting others down. Fine, you win if you feel that it is just,If bending rules to your bidding is fair.I am not opposed to friendly competition,But you … Continue reading Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Surrender seems to be the hardest word to me
She promised herself she would not let it happen again. This was meant to be her final flop. Then she could resolve to change all the worst things about herself. If only her temper, or her tongue had not slipped, unmasking the rabid dog in her. If only this, if only that . . . … Continue reading Surrender seems to be the hardest word to me
Fix
The first of the day. I notice the bitterness before the frothy milk or warmth, then sigh ecstatically. My caffeinated blood thins, rushes, and pounds through the rooms in my heart with greater urgency. The rhythmic drumming of a washing machine in mid-cycle fills my ears and a confused comfort comes with the after effect … Continue reading Fix
Inept
If I had Aaron’s witto say what’s on my mind,I’d tell you all within my soul,things only God will find. I’d say the things I dare not say,And probably never will:My greatest fears,regrets,or dreamsforever unfulfilled. I’ve been burned before, you see,In fact, multiple times.A fitting punishment for being socially inept,If it is a crime . … Continue reading Inept
Blessed are the slow
Why, oh Lord, did you make me slow?Are there just some things I ought not to know?I guess even gardens need some time to grow . . .Why oh why did you make me slow? I guess it keeps my heart from stopping,so I don’t need no pills a popping,when I see nosy neighbours dropping … Continue reading Blessed are the slow
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