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shepherd

Guided. Guided I was by my impractical thoughts of how strong I was, how ready and able I was. Then finally one day I discovered I was not superwoman. I stopped shepherding myself with these thoughts of perfection, and finally started feeling.

» Posted By sheirin On 10.26.2011 @ 10:18 am

trade

I’d give anything for one – even if just for a day. To trade the day for someone else’s. Someone not so alone, so broken, so alone. The days go by so slowly, and I’d give it all for one that just didn’t.

» Posted By sheirin On 09.12.2011 @ 11:55 am

boiling

Sitting here, indoors, I feel like I’m about to have a sun stroke. I can’t think, can barely move for fear of falling faint. Thoughts of our last conversation swirling around in my mind. I get up for water and realise as I fall to the ground that the only thing boiling in this freezing room is my heart that’s sunk into my stomach.

» Posted By sheirin On 08.02.2011 @ 4:26 pm

muse

She would be perfect. Not in that goes-to-church, loves-her-daddy kind of way. Not at all. But the way she looked – as in looked at everything; the way she carried – as in herself; and just the way she was. She was the perfect muse.

» Posted By sheirin On 07.30.2011 @ 6:58 am

bow

She always had it somewhere. Sometimes it was tied in her hair, on her necklace, around her wrist. She always had that yellow bow somewhere. I see the colour yellow and all I can think of is her. Today I reached into the cupboard in the bathroom – the one downstairs. And it glided its way into my sink. It sat there, untied, exposed, trademark.

» Posted By sheirin On 07.14.2011 @ 3:32 pm

eyeliner

I came over one morning to help her apply her makeup – you know, the blushes and the eyeliners and the lip-stuff. So much she had forgotten, but how to be beautiful was not one of those things. I rang the doorbell and she opened. “Yes?” Being beautiful she still knew, but today she forgot me.

» Posted By sheirin On 05.05.2011 @ 7:30 pm

fluorescent

She caught my attention that one May 6th. She walked off that platform, looking like the travel had got the best of her; but she had my attention anyways. The way she walked like she knew exactly where she was – when she obviously didn’t – and the way she wore that fluorescent ribbon around her messy ponytail… it was all but perfection, yet she had me from that moment anyway.

» Posted By sheirin On 05.01.2011 @ 5:50 pm

chorus

We talk, we laugh, we dance, we sing alone. We learn our own words, to make our stories heard. We want the world to know MY story; she wants HERS told; and everyone says their OWN. But then, something beautiful happens. Chorus. And we talk, we laugh, we dance, and we sing it together.

» Posted By sheirin On 04.30.2011 @ 6:30 am

deadbolt

left me out. i came back to get my things, but she had put a deadbolt on the door, to keep me out. i’ll never know what i had done… if it had been loving her too much until she could not take it or not remembering that she didn’t love me. but all i did was love her, and that was a good thing. but this deadbolt, she used it and with it she left me out. that last tuesday – the one where we had a lazy sunday and she called in sick for work and so did i – when i told her loved her – that’s gone now. locked in behind a deadbolt, and i am out.

» Posted By sheirin On 04.28.2011 @ 3:21 pm

trailer

Well, I was only watching to pass the time. Then: flashes, sounds, descriptions. Memories. Why was the timing so? I remembered it all, just as I had forgotten it. All in 30 seconds of picture, and now, forever.

» Posted By sheirin On 04.26.2011 @ 8:27 pm

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