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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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 12.05.2013 @ 9:01 pm
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!
» Posted By Denise Watson On 11.15.2013 @ 6:47 am
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. Also I’m not comfortable accepting gifts from people. I still live with my parents, it’s not working out; I moved back with them to save money for an apartment. In anguish after yet another heated argument with my parents, about the statistics of my life thus far, I study our dining room ceiling. There’s cracks in the ceiling; they remind me of my boyfriend’s denim jeans. I remember all the ways that he tries to make me laugh, and I suddenly feel joyful. All the pain from the war with my parents has rushed out of me, and gone away. I have to call him. I might just tell him that I love him.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 11.09.2013 @ 6:12 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 11.08.2013 @ 8:49 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.26.2013 @ 6:52 pm
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 statements like “Oh, you’ll bounce back eventually…” My gosh. Just for a second I wish to be around someone that’s not talking about my failed engagement, and doesn’t want anything from me. Right now, I’m the only one offering that.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.25.2013 @ 8:35 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.21.2013 @ 3:05 pm
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 the path to get re-elected, but that may not happen as his allegations circle, and wind the Chicago area. The results are being televised, and the poll numbers keep increasing for all the candidates. Anthony keeps calling Christina as Mayor Johnson’s numbers are dominated by his competitor. Another hour goes by, but with the attention on the Presidential election, no one knows who’s in the lead. Eleven hits, and all results are in. Mayor Edgar Johnson, remains, Mayor Edgar Johnson.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.20.2013 @ 12:48 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.19.2013 @ 5:53 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.16.2013 @ 5:09 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.15.2013 @ 5:18 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.13.2013 @ 2:53 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.12.2013 @ 5:08 pm
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. We’ve never been close, but on that day she took me out to get nail polish, and shorts. And for the first time, she told me I was pretty.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.10.2013 @ 4:33 pm
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 my availability is also a bitch. I can’t do mornings on the weekdays, because I have to watch my sister’s child while she attends graduate school. But I can’t do nights on the weekends because my mom works overnight, and I use her car to get around. One time things were so rough; crying baby, mom yelling, the stress of not having money saved, and the feeling of not living for myself. And to add to that, this lady called me for an interview, and she was nothing short of bitch. When life knocks me down, I find myself wishing I had a boyfriend who I can just hug, and vent to, but I don’t. Sometimes I drive to the woods just to walk around, because all that relaxes me is the smell of the pines.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.08.2013 @ 4:05 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.07.2013 @ 6:30 pm
Lunacy is the best description for my mood on a daily basis. Dramatic, anxious. It’s lovely to be me…
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.06.2013 @ 8:04 pm
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.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.05.2013 @ 12:58 am
Everyday it was something new; acceptance, love, peace, or attention. Living through hell. I survived because of my dreams.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.03.2013 @ 1:56 pm
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 comes out from behind the little castle, and it’s the most beautiful fish in the whole tank.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.02.2013 @ 4:16 pm
My thoughts need to be distilled. First it was friends with benefits; now it’s homeless men. I don’t know what I like because I’ve tried everything. Write on the street, behind a bush, with an strange man; it doesn’t faze me. And then I want to walk into my neighbors home because he invited me for sex, but I stop myself.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 10.01.2013 @ 5:50 pm
“Hey little baby, why are you crying?” “Oh you want you ba-ba?” “Wait, what’s that little brown thing under you?” The mother lifts her child up, and under the child is a large spot of brown poo, left from the baby. “Oh, great.” The mother’s face wilts.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.28.2013 @ 12:58 pm
I have friends. This is great. Two of my friends are talking, I walk up. They stop talking. I feel weird. Sometimes they look at me and laugh, I don’t think much of it. I see my best friend with the Brian, my crush. I squint. Why are they together. I watch longer; she touches his leg. She knows I like him. What kind of friend is this.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.27.2013 @ 3:20 pm
Laying in the sand, waiting for hours, my hair became tousled, my food became cold. Never will I ever wait again for you.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.24.2013 @ 1:28 pm
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. These
four years of high school were not the best times of our lives.
These four years were pure shit.” The audience shouts in
opposition. “I’m sorry that on this day of graduation my honesty
has eclipsed my happiness. Gym… Mrs. Keller, really? Every mile
run? For what? I was lazier this school year than in the summer
when I didn’t have gym. English too. Mr. Connors I got an English
college credit last year, and you’re still teaching us about proper
grammar. For God’s sake I’ve never even read The Taming of the
Shrew; we read Hamlet, but we couldn’t read The Taming of the
Shrew. And forgive me if this sounds like complaining, but I’m the
valedictorian, and I’m going to college, and I personally don’t
think that anything I’ve done in these four years has prepared me
for the trek I have to take in college.”
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.22.2013 @ 3:00 pm
My attempts at being a swindler, match the experience I have working at a jewelry store. Now in my third year, I’m a manager. Trust is what I gave them. Locking up, wearing gloves, no prints, fake id, this merchandise is already accounted for. They completed the best crime; they gave me trust.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.18.2013 @ 7:51 pm
I’m in the deep sea,
looking, and searching.
I’m in a net; I wish I was free.
I’m looking around, just for somebody.
I see the guy with the scuba gear.
His hair is black, his gear is red.
I see him go, he cuts the net.
He sets me free, I’m liberated.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.17.2013 @ 6:08 pm
There’s an emptiness in my heart when you’re gone. The drought was before, now the passion is full. Don’t leave; strangely I’d like to drown today. Instead of being so empty like before.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.16.2013 @ 8:26 pm
The senator awoke on a late Wednesday night to find herself sleep walking at 3 in the morning. She’s been depressed for days; she thinks it has something to do with a recent bill that she voted no on. More funding for treatment and programs for people with depression.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.15.2013 @ 7:23 pm
Back To Stats Page
I’m thrilled for Molly, and her new boyfriend. Number… five, or six this year. Maybe I’m just jealous because I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’m going to be a third wheel on their little date on Friday…ugh. I’m overjoyed.
» Posted By Denise Watson On 09.14.2013 @ 3:33 pm