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Your eyes were wide, wide, wide, wide. I know you screamed.
How could I? How could your boy do a thing so vile? But I couldn’t hear you over the sound the blood made, squelching between my fingers.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 03.06.2014 @ 1:25 am
Behind those sunglasses, and that awkward, dry swallow, is a sort of quirk that I am aware you possess.
And whoever would wear sunglasses at 3 in the morning is surely someone I’d want to know.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 11.20.2013 @ 2:12 am
Running through the bushes, Sarge turns to me, and his eyes are always just a little sad. Like he’s thinking of some honey in Alabama, all blue eyes and big blonde curls, and a special smile that’s just for him.
“Point and shoot, boys,” he says, even though he knows what follows will be an extermination of the worst kind. “No fuss, no muss.”
When we wade through civilian blood, I look at him again, and he’s thinking of the way she holds his hand and kisses his face, and how he fears he won’t ever feel it again.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 11.03.2013 @ 11:44 pm
She is not fooled by my cool expression and slow smile. The disbelief sits in the corner of my mouth like a snail, curled and slimy and hateful. I am no good at this sort of thing, and she knows.
“Sweetheart,” she says. “I’m sorry.”
“Go away now.” I say, cool as July. Pantherlike, I creep away.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 07.19.2013 @ 12:22 am
Warmer than the breeze, like a sticky ice pop on my fingertips. Watch and wait and wondering softly, like the mountain air, so soft and light it feels like rays of the sun. You watch me and wait for my signal on your porch, smoking bad cigarettes and counting the hours until the hot night sleeps on my shoulder and you can come to me again.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 04.03.2013 @ 12:23 am
Like chocolate all over my face, ugly and sticky, I smear it with my fingertips as deftly as I dare. You laugh because you always laugh, and because I look like a fool. Because I am probably a fool, too. You can laugh, it’s alright. I don’t mind at all.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 04.02.2013 @ 7:25 pm
Like the metal, the cast of your heart rattles against ivory bones and leaden lungs, and clangs like a gong, like a bell. Like sound waves, rippling through the night, I can hear you. I can hear your beating love.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 03.29.2013 @ 1:19 am
life long changing eternal time and space and stars and the planet is green and blue and wonderful and humans are short and space is large and eternal is forever and space and time and whatever for forests and charcoal and carbon and frost and galaxies and time and infinity and whatever else done neverending finished now
» Posted By Bronwyn On 03.14.2013 @ 2:27 am
Sleepy sleepy little pooches are very fatigued. They are wearing little booties and have little bows in their ears. they were playing all day. And now is sleepin’.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 02.17.2013 @ 9:26 am
Me a picture of your childhood house
Your favourite food, the straws you placed in long glasses.
Draw me your bedroom, your clothes, your secrets
» Posted By Bronwyn On 11.11.2012 @ 5:18 pm
Untought. Always in the back of the class. Unsure. Shaking hands. Math problems dance, like the butterflies in the stomach. Failure. D minus. Shakespeare, Shakespeare, Shakespeare.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 02.11.2013 @ 7:38 pm
Are a madness that determines us. What we collate curate and collect how we put our life togehter. These are methods our methodology, our mantras. Its how we know who we are.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 07.31.2012 @ 3:20 pm
I was ill last week, not “ill” like in Beastie Boys song, but ill as in life or death.
» Posted By bronwyn On 07.25.2011 @ 1:01 am
integrity is honesty
» Posted By Bronwyn On 04.09.2011 @ 2:17 am
Let’s pretend everything is alright. It may be alright with you, but its not alright with me. I sometimes feel so angry with you yet try really hard not to show it. Let’s pretend nothing ever happened between us, let’s just be friends. Yeah, right !!!
» Posted By Bronwyn On 05.04.2009 @ 4:15 pm
She reached into her bag to check if she had her keys. Fumbling through the contents, she became more and more distressed as she couldn’t locate them. “Fuck” she exclaimed loudly, much to to distress of an elderly woman walking by. “Where the fuck are they? – I had them this morning”. Tears started to spring to her eyes …
» Posted By Bronwyn On 09.23.2009 @ 7:48 pm
i can feel the sidewalk
ice chill through the soles
of my shoes.
it’s too cold to chain-smoke tonight.
but beside me,
you’re hot as breath.
» Posted By bronwyn On 12.12.2008 @ 3:43 am
A good examploe is serendipity because during hte holidays I went to spain and they have lots of Galleries. So on day 1 you can go to hte Prado and in there you can see a host of famous artists and famous
» Posted By Bronwyn On 08.10.2009 @ 9:05 am
Wow this is cool. It really gets you going. Just write about one word in 60 seconds.
Woops I fumbled a bit there… but hey I have something on paper… um er web space lol.
» Posted By Bronwyn On 08.29.2008 @ 9:51 pm
i’ve tried it, it was alright. nothing amazing, haven’t got a great deal to say about it. would never ever trage it for meat (:
» Posted By bronwyn On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
mmmm pie lets eat pie
» Posted By bronwyn On 10.13.2009 @ 5:15 am
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I will survive. There are days when I don’t think I will – it’s all so dificult and painful. But there are others days when I feel optomistic. I think of that song “I will survive”, hum it to myself and think that things have to get better – just go back to what they once were. I will survive.
» Posted By bronwyn On 10.05.2009 @ 3:22 pm