

Things will never be the same.You've lost your last shoulder to cry on, Now you pour beer on their grave, As an annual goodbye, and a friendly sorry. Shadowed laughter lingers, While celebrations go on 'til the early mourn. And the church bells begin to ring in silence, Parting ways with the gunshots from another land. No guilt will resurface from these diseases, Sucked in from afar, Unaware of how they had been mislead, Yet knowing their destined fait.Things will never be the same.
They know they never did wrong, Even though maybe, They didn't accomplish what they wished. You can still hear their voices can't y


MistmakerOur boat glides the line dividing water from air, its sides yellow as the silt-thick river with trim like autumn skies.Mistmaker
Papa helps me with my jacket, threading the zipper, slipping the pull up then down, rough fingers against wool.
"Look. We are the zipper. This side the sky, this side the river and zup! We stir


...I'm a dorkI take walks at night clad only in a worn T-shirt and jeans, feet slipped sockless and snug into a new pair of moccasins and even though it's 24 degrees out I tie my jacket around my waist in defiance of nature but I still hide my hands in my pockets...I'm a dork
it's just me and the stars and the freezing wind on my bare arms I watch the campus pass me footstep by footstep and try to pretend it's beautiful but all I can think about is that they're flying a flag at night but it's okay because it's got a spotlight on it
we argued


T-shirtmy mother gave me a hat that said "don't let the halo fool you" implying that, despite all appearances the perfect grades flawless records honest eyes and charming face beneath this schoolgirl smile I am nobody's angelT-shirt
I wish I had a shirt that said "don't let the boobs fool you" and let everyone else draw their own conclusions
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I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic
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I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic
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"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one." [George Bernard Shaw]
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