• Denise Watson commented on the post, plumes 6 years ago

    Scattered are the blue plumes throughout the yard.
    Blue bird has an egg, blue bird’s wife keeps it warm.
    Sticks, weeds and dirt thrown together to make a nest.
    Little crafty bound angels just trekking though life.
    Sit momma bird, sit.
    Nest your baby,
    I’ll protect you from harm.

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, toaster 6 years ago

    Heating, heating, heating. The red light is still on. Heating, heating, heating. It’s still not done. Going away “just for a second” is sprung in the air. Heating, heating, heating. It’s now burnt! Get back here!

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, denim 6 years, 1 month ago

    Sophisticated as he is, he wears jeans every now and then. I’ve studied them. Dark denim, straight leg, faded indentations on the side. Of course they look good on him, but they stand alone in my mind whenever I’m daydreaming about his allure; almost as if they are a symbol of him. He wanted to buy me a pair, but denim is too stiff for me to wear.…[Read more]

  • I don’t fit the mold. You judge me, and you’re lost.
    There’s many components to a person, and assuming won’t hint to
    one. Research and analysis, they teach it in school. Use it as your
    tool. However life requires opened minds. Closed minds are waste
    dumps. Stereotypes give off junk.

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, routine 6 years, 1 month ago

    I knew I was depressed based on my daily routine. “Wake up, make coffee, look busy in front of my family, watch tv, maybe go outside, watch more tv, maybe charge my phone, and sleep.” My madness rested on one routine. Day in, day out; until one day it changed. Maybe it was when I started to watch my niece, or when I started doing yoga everyday.

  • I lay face down into my big, fluffy pillow as I begin to nurse my overcooked brain. A night of endless people with a million questions; all annoying. “So what are you going to do now that…?” “Are you alright?” “Can I get this for you?” “Just leave me alone!” Is what I would’ve said, if I had a backbone. And don’t even get me started on…[Read more]

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, flee 6 years, 1 month ago

    Fleeing my boring ordinariness, I set fourth on a quest to live a life that I’m passionate about. Law school wasn’t fulfilling. Neither was moving to Oregon. I want to go back to New York, just to visit; just to be in the mix with other tourists.

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, baffled 6 years, 1 month ago

    The only person who’ll stay around is the mayor’s right, Christina Porter, aide to the mayor. She addresses her best friend, and former co-worker, Anthony; “You don’t think the mayor can come back from a scandal as huge as this one? You’ll see.” Mayor Edgar Johnson was accused of having relations with a prostitute. It’s Election night, and he’s on…[Read more]

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, braid 6 years, 1 month ago

    I remember this cinnamon pretzel from when I was younger; it was memorable, and delicious. It was a braided pretzel. It was the only good part of my shitty Arizona childhood. The next place I moved to was New York, where I had my first hot dog from a truck outside, that was magical.

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, scalp 6 years, 1 month ago

    I’m very nervous; I don’t know what to do say. “Uhm, hi, how are you?” I just don’t know what to say. My scalp hurts from all the nervous scratching I’m doing. I haven’t even walked up to him, and I’m already nervous.

  • Pressure stampedes on my psyche, as I recover from a day filled with self-doubt. Am I worthy? Am I good? It’s like a culture-shock; yesterday I was good enough for the world, today, I am not sure. The agonizing affect of doubt.

  • I take a leap to fall. I’m dropping! Dropping! Dropping! Bump! … Wait what’s wrong? I’m now going slower. Falling graceful; not rapid at all. I took this leap expecting to plunge. Now I’m flying slowly, no falling at all. I turn on my back in the air; there’s a parachute there.

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, date 6 years, 1 month ago

    I heard footsteps at my door, a doorbell rang, I rush downstairs to open it.
    He smiles at me, marvelously. I finish getting ready, I’m done.
    To the restaurant we go, how everything will go, we don’t know.

  • The weather is chill tonight. It feels like the fourth; but three years ago the fourth, when my family still had barbecues, and my sister didn’t go away to college. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was going to be a sophomore in high school, she was going to be a junior. We spent all day together despite how different we are from each other.…[Read more]

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, pines 6 years, 2 months ago

    Every Christmas we go to get the tree, and it reminds me of my family, and the wonder of life. The months after the holidays are gloomy, and dull; not exactly, but they’re just not the joyful days of the holidays. I’ve been without a job since January; and looking for one is the biggest pain in my arse, and the cause of all my stress. Specifying…[Read more]

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, aboard 6 years, 2 months ago

    You get to see many people aboard the ship. So many wonderful mothers, fathers, actors, nurses, families, even co-workers, ride this ship. I just started working as a server here. The SS Mode. I call it a she, because everyone who owns, operates, and works on this ship has to consider it a female.

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, lunacy 6 years, 2 months ago

    Lunacy is the best description for my mood on a daily basis. Dramatic, anxious. It’s lovely to be me…

  • I feel best during the holidays. I don’t know if it’s the good feeling that people inevitably have during the holidays, or if I just like eating holiday food. Either way, I’m my best self from October 31st to January 1st.

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, hoping 6 years, 2 months ago

    Everyday it was something new; acceptance, love, peace, or attention. Living through hell. I survived because of my dreams.

  • Denise Watson commented on the post, tank 6 years, 2 months ago

    The fish tank is filled with fish. They’re beautiful, all of them. There’s probably twenty of them in this big tank. At the bottom I see this one fish hiding. I say to the tank in a baby voice “what’s wrong wittle fish?” The fish keeps its position hiding behind a little castle. I say to the fish “you are a prince, a little prince.” And the fish…[Read more]