Comments Posted By Layla Macoran

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trees

The trees outside my window blow gently in the warm summer breeze. I feel safe in their natural guardian role.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 08.31.2010 @ 1:48 pm

nun

I thought I wanted to be a nun. Great benefits, always know what you’re wearing. But, the shoes killed the idea for me. Black dress and no 3 inch heels? Unacceptable!

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 08.02.2010 @ 9:10 am

made

This is the poem I made in 30 seconds because I can’t type too quickly today. Enjoy!

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 07.29.2010 @ 10:01 am

I made a fool of myself, and there was no chance of getting those seconds back to regain my dignity. Not that it really mattered.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 07.28.2010 @ 2:01 pm

strung

I’m strung out on love, but I’m willing to head to recovery. This drug doesn’t work anymore, and the fix is too costly.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 07.27.2010 @ 10:51 am

clash

our needs clash, and i’m left the constant loser. i concede to you; i concede to him; i concede to life. just let me live in peace.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 05.25.2010 @ 7:35 am

kite

sometimes i feel like a kite floating over my own reality. On those days, I don’t want to land. I’d rather stay in the air, unsure of the destination.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 05.21.2010 @ 7:09 am

reflex

my initial reflex is to take it all back, and say i didn’t mean it. i want you to stay with me. but i stop myself, because i prefer to miss you than never have the magic of the light in your eyes when you’re in love.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 05.18.2010 @ 9:07 am

shower

I love rain showers. It’s a shower that has possibilities of warm company, dreamy kisses and damp smiles, dripping with love. It’s a memory of feeling cool and clean and happy

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 09.14.2009 @ 6:22 pm

knot

the knot that binds us together is fraying. I can’t pretend I love you anymore. I’m so sorry, but this knot must be untied so we can move on and try to love some one new.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 09.09.2009 @ 3:28 pm

pause

I had to pause for a moment when I saw him at the piano. Why didn’t they mention he would be playing tonight of all nights? This was the time I wanted to show how strong I was, how independent and healed. Then I saw him, and the party is over.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 07.24.2009 @ 2:37 pm

fashion

fashion is what fashion does. it does nothing for me.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 04.03.2010 @ 4:04 pm

bamboo

I never liked bamboo. It bores me. And, I can’t break it. Hate it.

» Posted By layla macoran On 01.11.2010 @ 5:14 pm

discreet

pt at being discreet about my love for you is thwarted the very instant that you touched my hand. then, the whole world knew that i was helpless to your charms.

» Posted By layla macoran On 12.30.2009 @ 5:51 pm

transparent

your eyes are transparent in the light of the room. The blue is so clear I can see your soul. It reaches for me and I happily accept.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 11.29.2009 @ 7:33 pm

crime

is it crime to hate your lover’s other lover? do you have to be open to the knowledge that your kiss is not the only one he’s receiving?

» Posted By layla macoran On 09.30.2009 @ 7:37 pm

mist

the mist blocked my view of the harbor. i wanted to watch you sail away, but it was too thick to see. instead, i imagined your sadness and cried with you in my heart and soul. you were gone.

» Posted By layla macoran On 09.29.2009 @ 6:06 pm

cone

an ice cream cone would be so satisfying right now. cherry pistachio on a sugar cone. yeah, that would do the trick.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 11.11.2009 @ 6:52 pm

gallop

a horse can gallop tirelessly across the valley in the summer sun. I can’t make it across town in a pair of Manolo Blahniks.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 11.10.2009 @ 5:45 pm

towel

How many towels can you throw on the floor? I do laundry every week , and it makes no sense to be out of towels in such a short time. Do the laundry yourself from now on!

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 11.08.2009 @ 11:28 am

banjo

the banjo always makes me think of Deliverance. What an odd, bizarre thought.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 11.26.2009 @ 4:46 pm

windmill

there seems to be a block in the windmills of my mind. i guess i’m in need of a walk to shake it out.

» Posted By layla macoran On 11.22.2009 @ 7:14 am

dial

if i could turn a dial, i would switch off my motherhood channel and spend my time at ease, whining about my own life instead of my kids’.

» Posted By layla macoran On 12.10.2009 @ 8:13 am

crane

a paper crane was folded in record time by a student of mine one day. she rarely spoke in class, had few friends, but her art, her talent spoke volumes.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 12.04.2009 @ 7:10 am

tray

he carried the tray off cookies carefully, but it was obvious his little arms were giving in to the weight. soon one cookie slipped off the plate.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 12.23.2009 @ 7:11 am

supreme

a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love supreme a love

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 12.21.2009 @ 5:58 pm

pregnant

being pregnant was the oddest experience of my life. who knew that it was the easiest part of motherhood? certainly not i!

» Posted By layla macoran On 10.13.2009 @ 2:18 pm

wag

a dogs wags its tail when it is happy or hungry. what do we humans do when we’re happy? i look forward to finding out one day.

» Posted By layla macoran On 10.10.2009 @ 5:55 pm

orchid

i was never a big fan of orchids, but now i’d really like to receive one, or any flower, for that matter. it’s nice to be remembered.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 10.07.2009 @ 8:29 pm

recorder

my son plays recorder, and whenever he begins to practice, suddenly my mind wanders to vodka and escape.

» Posted By Layla Macoran On 10.06.2009 @ 6:45 pm

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