Tag: prose
member name: Petula W.
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March 13, 2008 09:05 PM EDT --
The redness seeped from her gums and she spat into the porcelain
Letting the wetness carry it away
Her muscles throbbed like the rhythm in the depths of the ocean
She could hear her joints scream . . .
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February 27, 2008 11:45 PM EST --
You only think you want me
Because I am your memories
I am the girl you wanted to marry
The one to have your babies
I was the one to be there always
Until you changed to maybe. . . .
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September 04, 2006 12:04 PM EDT --
Responsibility is not a want to
It's a need to
It's not a feel like
It's a have to
Responsibility keeps the
Children fed
Laundry washed
Lawns mowed
Dishes stacked
Socks . . .
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February 25, 2008 02:34 PM EST --
I went to bed longing for you as only missing you can make me do. My body longs, my heart seeks, my fingers tingle and reach. All because I miss you.
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September 08, 2006 01:15 PM EDT --
Small eyes peer from under tiny, but long, feather-like lashes
Little limbs uncurl, miniature fingers unfold
A roll, a whimper, a glance
"Mama! … Mooommmmieeee!"
In the next room, mommy . . .
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February 25, 2008 11:19 AM EST --
I hear the reggae
It vibrates in my soul
With thoughts of you consuming me
I can touch the rhythm
Feel the beat
Hear your voice
It resonates within me.
Your laugh echoes
Memories . . .
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November 20, 2006 06:53 PM EST --
Couch cushion, not a pillow
Chair, not a hat rack
Comforter, not a blanket
Bed, not a trampoline
Well… scratch that one.
Floor, not a trashcan
Or a hamper
Table, not a desk
Desk, . . .
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