Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tabula Rasa
~By Shari
Upon the blank slate that I am -
others write their stories.
But I have no part in this construction.
I do not help prepare the banquet of me.
The feast or the famine.
Every day I become someone else's story.
To be wiped clean as the day ends...
none the wiser to myself.
others write their stories.
But I have no part in this construction.
I do not help prepare the banquet of me.
The feast or the famine.
Every day I become someone else's story.
To be wiped clean as the day ends...
none the wiser to myself.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Waiting
~By Shari
Waiting for the axe to fall.
Waiting for the ice to break.
Waiting for the tears to come.
Waiting for the pain to start.
I only want a peaceful life.
I only want to feel at ease.
Yet all I ever seem to do
is wait.
Waiting for the ice to break.
Waiting for the tears to come.
Waiting for the pain to start.
I only want a peaceful life.
I only want to feel at ease.
Yet all I ever seem to do
is wait.
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