Word-of-MAL

I see her natural beauty;                                                     A manufactured mask made of make-up I hear her ballads and rhymes;                                                     Covering her unrelenting, unvoiced fears. I taste her banquet dishes;                                   &

I can't tell if I'm angry or sad, but I know it shouldn't be this way.

Unfinished works, unedited pieces rough drafts sketches and the pile of ripped and crumpled paper in the corner bin

I've stayed away for so long. So avoid the hurt, to avoid the pain. But now I think I didn't miss anything - I just postponed my fate. Is it destiny that I will never find peace? Will happiness always be One step ahead of me, just around the corner? I was so alone in my self-imposed solitary confinement, but I feel even more distant when I'm around you. Is it possible your words can mean two things at once? Is it possible to feel love and judgment from the same phrase? Am I just thinking in black and white? Or is your love not really love If it doesn't accept all of me? All of my dreams, all of my hopes, All of my fears, all of who I

The pond on the side of our childhood home is a gathering ground for all sort of creatures and waterfowl. We would spend hours looking at small mammals scavenging and deer would bring their herds to their watering hole. Turtles, frogs, and even fish called the small lake their home as well. And during the summer months ducks and geese and sometimes rarely a heron or two would gracefully land into the pool. Cat-tails and algae covered the surface of the shallow water, and during the winter, the ice and snow would turn our own personal menagerie into an image fit for a still-life of some wild, undiscovered place in the tundra. I remember t

I'm glad you get to live in peace. I'm glad you can forget the things you said to me, The things you did to me, The things I will never forget. I'm glad your conscious is clean While my psyche is filled with hurt and guilt and shame. I'm glad you can tell me to my face That you never betrayed me, never abused me, Never left my heart to erode away in this god-forsaken place! But I think we both know that's a lie! You have to know that's a lie... How can you not know now?! After I told you what you did to the light in my eyes! After I explained that every remark was another knife twisted into my back, And every time you ignored my pleas, me

Isn't it strange how "irl" and "url" look almost the same? Isn't it odd how "siesta" and "fiesta" sound so alike? It makes me wonder just how far apart thinking and doing really are...