My Words
The words we write can go far and wide
Into hundreds of hands and minds…
The words we write can go far and wide
Into hundreds of hands and minds…
Two truths and a lie… When I was seven, a man said I would eventually go crazy. My mom used to tell me: I love you, but right now I don’t like you. A teacher told me that I’m smart but intellectually lazy. Figured out the lie yet? It’s impossible to know without knowing me, […]
Continue Readingshe experienced high highs and low lows and when she was happy she didn’t smile she sparkled when she was sad she didn’t cry she cracked the other boys and girls feared the darkness under her eyes the scars on her body so they beat her with words producing blood that no one could see […]
Continue ReadingI have a certain memory from years ago that I can’t seem to shake. A friend one day wore a pink shirt paired with a long green skirt – an unusual but nice combination. It definitely caught your eye. A mutual friend went in for a hug, and with a smile he said, “You look […]
Continue ReadingYou write Your hands clutching the keyboard Your mind grasping Your eyes wander, searching For something, For someone, For a reason. Bitten lip, the taste of blood, Crescent fingernail marks on skin Angry stars that shine down on you, Their light like fire, Yet your mind is blank and dark Forgotten things, unforgotten Things all […]
Continue ReadingImagine ink flowing onto paper. So softly, the particles spread from the golden tip, creating the words that corrupt and consume my brain. The words that I can’t allow myself to say out loud and the words that could never be shared. Not all thoughts are meant to be said out loud, so keep it […]
Continue ReadingBut no sonnets about how I stayed home to watch The Princess Diaries 2—again. No refrains for the burning guilt that I was convinced I cleansed with holy fire over the time I cheated on a homework assignment ten years ago. No notebooks for the hours I scribbled in the margins. I tell myself those […]
Continue Reading“She kisses a man over coffee.” The black metal square usually contained a mishmash of the little magnetic words. But Julie had arranged these at the top, flush left, and pushed the rest into a brick wall at the bottom. She was so proud of her six words. She liked to visit me at the […]
Continue ReadingOne of my favorite things to do is ask for Secrets. I like harboring words that are only meant for me. Sometimes I’ll see them dance across your skin in the movements You make, or hide themselves in furrowed eyebrows. Giving away secrets makes you a story teller, and I’m craving the kind of knowledge […]
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