Tag: relationships
group name: themeltingpot
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February 28, 2008 05:40 PM EST --
When I look up at that dirty little rectangular hole in the eaves of that awful rundown apartment building, I can still see you there. There in your kitchen. Nobody should have to stand there . . . more
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January 28, 2007 08:43 PM EST --
They sweetly draw me close
Their woe for love survives
They're passion's clue to love still new
The love that is in your eyes
With almond shape so full yet . . . more
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January 31, 2007 07:01 PM EST --
(Sorry about the formatting. The editor would not cooperate.)
I always thought I was being a good girl, doing the right thing. I always thought I was being Christian in giving and giving . . . more
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February 12, 2007 10:34 PM EST --
The first time I saw him, he was sitting with some friends, strumming his guitar. He had long light brown hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. His smile was contagious. This was the summer of . . . more
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January 15, 2008 03:31 PM EST --
This article has been written for LeJoy's writing prompt " Accidents and Meetings ". Maximum words allowed 250.
Beep!
The blinking lights . . . more
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January 21, 2007 03:50 AM EST --
Stephanie's eyes clouded over as she stared past the daffodils on the kitchen windowsill to the wall of the neighbouring house. Behind her, the sound of the cooker’s clock ticked . . . more
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January 17, 2007 08:21 AM EST --
She lives in her dreams
and walks among gods,
tasting the nectar
of all that is forbidden;
Colors so bright,
ever changing hues,
never basking in gray
or reality's gloom;
She dances . . . more
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January 30, 2007 12:15 AM EST --
It's what you do with it that really counts. The initial reason that a marriage begins is relatively unimportant. In the course of a long psychotherapy practice, I have heard, "we . . . more
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June 24, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
Pam's voice sounds far away and thin, like she can't quite get the breath to form the words.
"There's no easy way to say this. It's Kenny. He has cancer. . . . more
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January 26, 2007 07:58 AM EST --
I sit on the park bench
and stare out at the ripples
in the lake disturbing the peace,
and the icy wind blows,
taunting me, daring me to stay.
but I don’t want to go home.
My face is . . . more
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May 28, 2007 09:01 PM EDT --
I think I'm literally colder than the rest of the general population. My body temperature seems to run about 10 degrees colder than everyone else. I spend the winters shivering . . . more
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June 01, 2007 12:38 AM EDT --
Like millions of other people out there, it has been one of my life-long goals to write a book. When I read “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten,” I loved it! I . . . more
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February 13, 2007 03:30 AM EST --
To watch you leave broke my heart. I knew it was the last time I would ever see you. That’s why I called you back. Remember that? I called out to you, “Hey!” . . . more
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February 26, 2007 03:04 PM EST --
I lock myself away, fill my space with white noise
to avoid the rantings of you;
A caged bird with no escape, I hide.
Peace and calm call to me,
elude me in the presence of you;
Your words beat me . . . more
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April 20, 2007 05:10 AM EDT --
My Space? ( a spersonal rant )
Y es I need my space! I can't help it. I don’t know why I am this way but I am! I need to have a certain amount of time to myself each day or . . . more
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January 21, 2007 04:19 AM EST --
‘Well, fellas, you’re in for a treat tonight,’ cooed the T.V. host as she emerged from behind the screen, concealing the woman who would be choosing one of three men for her blind date. . . . more
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April 07, 2007 12:42 PM EDT --
Jo; Woman of Conscience
Jake
Jake slid across the soft, white, leather seat of his Cadillac Deville, opening the passenger door, on the curb side of the street. . . . more
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December 22, 2006 10:17 PM EST --
You wash over me,
cleansing me,
taking my tattered edges,
and transforming them
into something beautiful.
You see beyond
my brokenness into
a heart that is pure;
You see beyond
my woundedness . . . more
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April 15, 2007 02:36 PM EDT --
We try to ignore it as we go about the humdrum routines of our daily life, those routines that help us feel all is comfortingly "normal". But suddenly (even if we know it's coming, when it . . . more
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April 20, 2007 12:02 AM EDT --
My birthday. The 40th year of my life. Picasso's birthday too, same day, different year. I look at the number and it seems impossible. How could I have gotten that old already? I used to think 40 was . . . more
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