My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She assembles intentions with great care, Positioning them in a tight phalanx, An army of brave soldiers preparing for warfare. First to last, major to minor, at parade ready. Her ambitions await her direction, A cue to proceed into the nebulous fray. Tensions high, anticipation hopeful. Best laid plans can be lead stray Without reinforcements … Continue reading Parade ready
Sublimely chic, seductively breathy Stylishly smug and fashionably proud The merciless type with skin deep beauty Her features flawless, her body well endowed Not a hair out-of-place, her curl flirtatious Perfectly arched eyebrows can quell any crowd She carries herself with an air of blitheness Indifferent to jealous stares, and shameless lust Like a dancer, … Continue reading Skin deep beauty
It’s a subtle onslaught. There’s no gnashing, nor grinding teeth to rend you to shreds. It happens at a snail’s pace, often feeling so normal, your destruction is indiscernible until you’ve completely disappeared. Instead, you’re flayed alive by a thousand tiny razors ripping and tearing you apart. Each cut stings as your defenses are peeled … Continue reading At a snail’s pace
You sought to dull my voice, Casting my words into the blankness, Tossed and swallowed with malice. In your cruelty you rejoice. No guiding star to lead me On a path I did not choose, I stumble, yet still refuse This penance defiantly. Engulfed in poisoned air Deafened by brackish lies, blinded By your razor-edged hatred … Continue reading Tideland
I step to the edge Staring into the abyss Shouts from below, “Jump!”
She is quite ordinary. A middle-aged, work-from-home mother of two adult children, married to her college sweetheart, living in a small rancher in small-town America, with a cat and a dog, and more debt than can be paid off in her lifetime. She spends her days puttering around an empty home, dusting the same bookcase … Continue reading Fading from view
Thin spiral notebook 