April 2009
5 posts
I want words to rhyme
And the world to matter
But between the two
I prefer the latter
Sometimes I dream. I dream of him, of her. Of him and her together. I dream of them touching and kissing the way we do together. When I wake up I wonder if he thinks about me when he’s kissing her, or if he thinks about her when he’s kissing me.
I don’t say these things when I see him. Time is to precious to waste on petty fears. I try and convince myself that it never happens,...
I ran into my room and slammed my door. I couldn’t help but cry. I kept crying. I didn’t think any one human being could cry this much. There were so many tears. Endless tears. I thought tears ended after a certain amount of them were cried. I always figured they were like banks. And you had so many. People would work for them, happy moments was a job for tears. You had happy moments...
I was dropped of in the middle of the desert when I was 6 years old and told to continue walking straight for 2 miles by men in identical uniforms and with big black guns. It was me and a truckload of other children, all they gave us were individual bottle of water, barely enough to last us. There were a couple older children in our group, the oldest at most 14 years old. We walked in the intense...
It all happened during the financial panic of 2015. Every little girl dressed in perfectly pleated navy blue skirts, pristine white blouses, and who had braids adorned with silk ribbons and every little boy wearing his recently ironed trousers and dress shirt are well educated in how the United States went from democracy to dictatorship. Even I, a child of the rebellion, was quickly trained to be...