DenialI hear a song, a whisper in the wind, chimes in a window; the roar of the lake and suddenly I'm thinking of you. The shape of your face; the sparkle in your eyes; the passion in your words.Denial
I shake my head try to remove my thoughts. Play a new song; change my emotion. The wind changes direction I look behind me as if you'll appear but you never do. Will I ever see your face, that sparkle in your eyes hear the passion in your words?
I hate to admit it. I live in my denial, that I miss our friendship.
DreamI thought it was real Someone should have told me not to feel You looked at me and said "I'll try" I looked into your eyes and began to cry You said "Why aren't you doing what you're supposed to do?" Confused I looked up at you Our eyes locked and I felt the bliss As we leaned in for that long overdue kiss Someone should have told me things aren't how they seem Someone should have told me I was having a dream Because when I woke up to find myself in my bed I wished I was back in my dream insteadDream
I Do It All Right“Why me?” Megan Voories asked, again.I Do It All Right
“We’ve already been over this, blondie,” I responded, sighing and slumping in my chair. “I pick people based on the harshness of what I think will happen to them. If I could save everyone I would.” I picked my drink off the table in the commercial space station and took a chug, the action giving me time to organize my thoughts.
Since humanity had begun using its advanced space travel and tracking technology to its fullest, we had discovered most of the galaxy. Of course, after discovering this territory humans and all the other intellig
Red DressThe store was not busy tonight. Customers wandered in and out, solitary dancers to the muzak that floated down the aisles. Cady watched them with unfocused eyes - her job didn't take a lot of concentration. "Good evening, ma'am, do you have Flybuys?" Hands moved automatically, packing groceries into plastic bags with unconscious precision. "That will be $11.90, thank you, have a good night. Good evening, sir, do you have Flybuys?" Her eyes focussed with a snap - he hadn't handed over a card. "Sir?" There weren't any groceries on the counter, either. "Sir?" The man's face was unremarkable, the kind ofRed Dress
K Prabhu In 1988 I died. I was forty years old.K Prabhu
Remembering myself when I was forty
My friends were all forty too, more or less. Each one had a crisis, a goal, despair, families, something that defined them. I had none of those things and I did not want them either. This worried me a little. I had been a writer for some years. I wasn’t sure if that defined me any longer. I realised I was conflictless. Perhaps it was a phase; perhaps it would change. But because I died, I never found out. When you die, you stay the same age. I
brokenbroken eyes like broken glass on my tablebroken
with the line i made my pain view me through my eyes then judge me don't just asume to know me or anything about me because you don't and you won't you see right past me never through me
i'm always on my way down collect my broken pieces from the floor
and go go to where my mind daydreams to be
somewhere no one but me can see the way i want everything to be &nbs
HeY yO pEoPLeS!
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