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Across the boundary, the horizon
And the border they made.
And when she reached the end,
She yelled “Jump!”.
» Posted By Anita On 04.06.2017 @ 3:40 am
She didn’t give in to anything they said,
And she was ousted.
Far away, with noone to stand by her.
While they picked up knives, swords and guns,
in the name of being religious,
She picked her suitcase and walked away.
» Posted By Anita On 04.05.2017 @ 3:51 am
It was weird how they made up their minds with such finality.
What to wear, how to talk, what they love
Pretty much everything.
What they needed instead,
was a tutorial to learn how to live.
» Posted By Anita On 04.01.2017 @ 11:48 pm
It was funny to see her flop around this way-
No aim, No direction, bobbing all around.
No drugs, No alcohol.No deeper meaning or need of a purpose.
This was the influence of Art.
» Posted By Anita On 03.22.2017 @ 4:03 am
At five, she was told to sit properly, prim.
At fifteen, she was asked to be a girlfriend, a showpiece.
At 25, she was married off, and a year later, a child.
This was her role, a subordinate.
She felt cheated by life.
» Posted By Anita On 03.21.2017 @ 1:44 am
She was walking towards the grocery store when she saw him.
Him, on the floor, clutching his feet.
A skateboard nearby.
Just then, she thought of the rejection.
She walked away quietly.
» Posted By Anita On 03.20.2017 @ 2:03 am
work is always full of priorities, never time for yourself. Knowing what is most important is the hardest. I never know why it is so hard , so regimented
» Posted By anita On 02.04.2016 @ 2:05 pm
I have sobbed. My children have sobbed. It is a sadness that is overwhelming. Crying, with no sense of hope. Sobbing is tears of despair and is all encompassing.
» Posted By Anita On 01.31.2016 @ 2:08 pm
I was in the ward with a child. I didn’t know the child but she seemed to be very uncomfortable about being there. I had been on an errand of my own and just happened to stop in here for a look at some books that I had heard about. What should I do?
» Posted By Anita On 04.15.2015 @ 10:59 pm
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.
» Posted By Anita On 01.21.2015 @ 7:36 am
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.
» Posted By Anita On 01.14.2015 @ 6:04 am
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.
» Posted By Anita On 11.01.2014 @ 9:45 am
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.
» Posted By Anita On 10.31.2014 @ 9:46 am
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.
» Posted By Anita On 10.30.2014 @ 5:25 am
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”
» Posted By Anita On 10.29.2014 @ 7:36 am
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.
» Posted By Anita On 10.28.2014 @ 4:28 am
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.
» Posted By Anita On 10.27.2014 @ 8:29 am
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 thought, and leapt without hesitation.
» Posted By Anita On 10.26.2014 @ 1:39 am
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.
» Posted By Anita On 10.24.2014 @ 8:29 pm
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.
» Posted By Anita On 10.23.2014 @ 10:18 pm
It was perfect,
The sheen of the cloth,
The smell of her lingering ever so slightly,
This was his world-
Her old blue jeans and the taste of menthol cigarettes.
» Posted By Anita On 10.22.2014 @ 9:13 pm
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.
» Posted By Anita On 10.21.2014 @ 10:07 pm
I would walked across the hills, mountains
Maybe even fire for you.
For the terrain is but a platform,
For the climate is but a background,
Our love is beyond this world.
» Posted By Anita On 10.20.2014 @ 7:45 pm
…birds flee all the way towards the mountains and peaks…with an enthusiasm to enlighten their high spirits!
» Posted By anita On 06.12.2013 @ 11:20 pm
I love when my green 1950’s kitchen is covered in flour and sugar and cinnamon, rolled out dough awaiting the eager hands of my daughter and I to sprinkle and roll and cut. I love flour on noses and aprons, signs of baking that comes from the heart.
» Posted By Anita On 04.06.2013 @ 3:25 pm
beautiful rocky filled with green, rivers cutting through rock, cool air
» Posted By anita On 03.10.2013 @ 8:17 am
sweep away the doubts my dear
sweep away the threats of once again abandonment
sweep away the doubts my dear
» Posted By Anita On 01.16.2013 @ 10:22 pm
My tears may not always show, but I cry inside, deep in shadows. My tears may not always show, but I cry just under the surface in the light.
» Posted By Anita On 01.12.2013 @ 10:03 am
She was a reference for almost anything, nearly everything, practically all things and yet she could not reference the last time she had been kissed.
» Posted By Anita On 01.06.2013 @ 10:34 pm
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i went down to take a barrel for our kitchen. but in the basement i couldn;t find one. so i went to the store to buy one. there….i couldn’t take my eyes of something else,something different than what i came in for.
» Posted By Anita On 01.02.2013 @ 7:58 am