• Anita commented on the post, spiked 4 years, 8 months ago

    I watched the colors drift in and out,
    I watched the droplets bundle through
    the window panes,
    I couldn’t see what was happening.
    I couldn’t sense you, nor did I
    have the power to say No.
    As always, my love.
    I was spiked.
    Spiked by you.

  • Anita commented on the post, eligible 4 years, 8 months ago

    He sat down, his laptop before him.Words were flying all over, thoughts scattered and hazy visions that could never translate into reality. He tried so hard, he was an utter failure, a disaster.
    He couldn’t do this, he wasn’t good enough.
    Wait, said the universe.
    The truth is, he isn’t eligible enough.

  • Anita commented on the post, takeoff 4 years, 10 months ago

    The adrenaline pumped through the veins of my body,
    As I held on to his arms,
    I am as strong as ever,
    And with you by my side,
    We can takeoff,
    Go higher and higher,
    Until we can touch the skies,
    Once and for all.

  • Anita commented on the post, bicycle 4 years, 10 months ago

    The creak of her wheel gained his attention.
    She was like a breath of fresh hair,
    The perfect contour of her body,
    The boy at the corner of the street stared right ahead,
    “Do you see her” I asked John.
    “Who” he replied and from the shock on his face,
    I knew my demons were back again.

  • Anita commented on the post, gentleman 4 years, 10 months ago

    A tender kiss,
    A glass of champagne,
    A bouquet of roses,
    A flamboyant love affair
    to please everyone.
    You are a stranger,
    Handsomely clad in a tuxedo.
    That the crowd gapes at.
    “What a gentleman”, “You must be lucky”,
    they say to me.
    Beneath my skin lay your scars,
    The trashing of your words.
    “Indeed he is” I say,
    Slowly, I walk away.

  • Anita commented on the post, visit 4 years, 10 months ago

    She walked past the mother who was gently kissing her son’s wound gone.
    Unconsciously, her face lit up.
    The gentle tugs on her sweater, sheshe’d never forget.
    The way he smiled, the way he shared his toys.
    Her footsteps grew heavier as she spotted it.
    She lay the bunch of bluebells down.
    The concrete slab said Jack(1995-1998), we will remember you”

  • Anita commented on the post, curtains 4 years, 11 months ago

    As the world around us crumbles,
    Where religion has become macabre,
    Where dominance is the key,
    The two options we have
    are fight or flight,
    We chose this.
    We live with guilt,
    With shame and fear,
    And day by day,
    this eats our flesh.
    This tears us apart,
    Our humble abode,
    An escape from brutality,
    We draw the curtain.

  • Anita commented on the post, fishing 4 years, 11 months ago

    In and out,
    Hooked and unhooked,
    You reeled me in all those years ago,
    I gasp for breath now,
    Until I feel my gills explode,
    I see you watch me,
    With a curious smile.
    You swim away,
    To catch another.
    Without any ado,
    You just go on fishing.

  • Anita commented on the post, confined 4 years, 11 months ago

    Mia looked over at Sam, sprawled across the bed.
    He slept like a child, and the innocence was too overwhelming for her.
    She broke out the door in cold sweat, and she noticed she was holding her breath the whole time.
    She couldn’t go on anymore.
    It was claustrophobic, her entire existence.
    And there was no point.

    “Here’s to freedom”, she…[Read more]

  • Anita commented on the post, thirst 4 years, 11 months ago

    The fresh crimson pool lay right there,
    And he stared, not knowing what to do.
    Was he distraught?Frightened?
    Should he run?Should he call the police?
    The world around him spun like a broken carousel,
    But The voice in his head beat his conscience.
    “Go forth, quench your thirst, my son”
    And that, he did.

  • Anita commented on the post, souvenir 4 years, 11 months ago

    She walked with her camera strapped tightly around her neck,
    It would be the last time she would do this alone,
    Smelled the ocean, tasted the moisture,
    And went on these mystical adventures alone.
    “Anna was going to have a family soon” her mom laughed, as did Hugh.
    And this walk to the beach was her final souvenir.

  • Anita commented on the post, denim 4 years, 11 months ago

    It was perfect,
    The sheen of the cloth,
    The smell of her lingering ever so slightly,
    To him,
    This was his world-
    Her old blue jeans and the taste of menthol cigarettes.

  • Anita commented on the post, grove 4 years, 11 months ago

    The sky looked so perfect fto Jane.
    It was the perfect day,the sun was out and the birds were chirping.
    “For all the people who called me crazy” she thought.
    What followed was a gunshot,and there she lay, in the midst of rivercreek grove.