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isolating all i hear is nonsense - in this home i live inisolating by ~AnnaRaine
nothing true nor false
no sound in pitch
no scream to be heard
but the silence
echos my pain
the pain that is released through my silent breathe
no wispers of crying
nor better shown
as my isolation is over powering my body
and only lets me tremble
with no friend nor foe to seek out the pain
it goes unnoticed
why can't everyone detect the pain,
this isolation has given me?
rant go nowrant by ~AnnaRaine
get out
leave my head
leave my thoughts
i want -
you to pay for what you did
for the feelings you've given me and the memories i can't get rid of
you don't get it do you
and you never will
(sigh)...
CH 5 let me try The next few days were nothing of the norm, in fact quite the opposite.CH 5 let me try by ~AnnaRaine
Ashley constantly locked herself in the bathroom- where she sobbed.
Inquiring what had happened between her and her harasser only made things worse. We started to dispute about everything. Anything that could turn into an argument turned.
"this isn't about you Michael, it's about me"
"it's about us Ashley, we are here in the now, it's about us".
I knew if we could handle this we could handle anything and I did truly want to spend the rest of my life with her and our son but as each day passed, it was getting harder and harder to be with her- although we were having c
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cold bathwater. wrinkled youth,cold bathwater. by ~JMS296
an aged soul undresses.
grey feathers flow from her head,
as her silver hair is brushed 100 times through.
she tests the bathwater with an anxious toe.
just right.
the old woman steps in and lies down.
she thinks of her giggling grandchildren,
and that she needs
to prune those rosebushes out front.
she puts soap on her loufa
and silently begins to wash herself.
oh, how she remembers how
her body used to look.
perky breasts.
flat stomach.
thin legs.
but she is thankful for this body,
for it means she got to live a life.
the old woman puts the loufa down,
and once again
drifts back to her thoughts.
they
A Dream Ugly.A Dream by ~Phrose
Stupid.
Hate.
Words that hurt.
Words that kill.
If these words could disappear,
They'd swallow all the sorrows they've caused,
And take them away,
Far away.
They would take away the arguments,
And replace them with song.
They would take away the fights,
And replace them with dance.
They would take away the loathing,
And replace it with love.
The illness would cease,
The killing would be over,
And we would live inside a dream,
A dream,
That will never exist.
