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hanging on your words

Miriam — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:07:52 +0000

dangling by a thread
words tumbling off the edge of
the blank autumn sky

behind

Miriam — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 17:36:59 +0000

the passage of time
like fingernails on a chalkboard
in the back of her mind
huddled naked in a dark corner
wincing under the lashes of
a dozen deadlines
whose faces are obscured
light blinding her eyes

don’t feel sorry for her
we all go there eventually

Trust

Heather — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 04:51:44 +0000

When I am afraid,
And you tell me “it’s okay,”
I always believe.

Hot guys are trouble.

JessAnn — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 00:07:15 +0000

Norman Bates,
He probably knows how to mate.
And Khan Noonien Singh
gets me going more than anything.
I’m afraid, there’s a villain I’ve yet to hate.

Stage Fright

Miriam — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 18:43:06 +0000

At last approaching the podium
The eyes that hold me are noisome
I blink at the light
A shriveled, weak wight
Clear words to sheer pandemonium

Song of Day

donteatacowman — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 16:43:27 +0000

Once the quietude of the night is gone
And the morning sun lifts her golden brow,
Once the reign of midnight is fully done
And the stars and moon to pure white clouds bow

The bluebirds sing of happiness and life
The mourning doves forswear to grieve no more
The prancing deer proclaim an end to strife
The leafy trees shake down the fruits they bore

Rays of light pierce all but the deepest brush
And formerly murky waters run free
Some creatures rejoice in the green and lush
While night’s lovers burrow, afraid to see

For, to the lurking creatures of the deep,
The morning dawn only disturbs their sleep.