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A complicated issue
that isn't really complicated
why can't people understand that
Police are people too
What happened to that 7 letter word?
Who really becomes "the other"
when a new relationship begins
and the old ends
but neither is official yet
The Husband or the Boyfriend?
The Wife or the Mistress?
Does the answer lie in the eye of the beholder?
These are the thoughts I think
when I am alone
pondering on the words that I have become
and what life has made of me.
Stella couldn't do anything but stare at her $5 ice cream cone that was now laying, raspberry ice cream side down, on the ground. The cone seemed to stare up at her in laughter, as if it had jumped from her hand on purpose.
That had been the last of her allowance for the month, too. She had worked hard, dusting her Mother's endless amount of bookshelves, cleaning the window shutters, scavenging for her brother's dirty socks and throwing them laundry whenever she found them (she had never understood why he had so many, or why they seemed to pop up in the oddest places around the house).
Now it was all in vain as the pinkish cream melted into the concrete. She knew she should've bought something else, but she had been hungry, and she'd been curious about the flavor.
in an instant
all of those kisses, hugs, hand holds
All of our smiles and laughs
Are turned to sour frowns and anger
Into sadness and hopelessness
That instant changed everything
Or so it would seem
For in that instant, as awful as it was
all those years were condensed into an instant
Reminders of how spectacular we can be
How much love we have
So despite the pain
The tears and confusion
That instant also made my love for you
And the importance of us
Much more clear
Failure to be productive
To move forward
Not for lack of trying
Nor lack of will
But because a routine to help
Became routine to maintain
Because an artistic muse
Became too bored to stay and
Left
Leaving you out to dry
Clinging on helplessly, failing to wring
progress out of the only thing
You have left
The CD candles worked perfectly.
Chris slipped her toes from underneath the bubbles, a slight chill flowing over them as they pushed her glowing DIY project around the soothing lavender water. The CDs helped the tea lights to stay afloat, giving a perfect ambiance to her new, broken bathroom. Sure, the ceiling had holes in it, the hot water in the sink only worked some of the time, and some white tiles had been replaced with red, blue and green ones, making the bathroom light up like a Christmas tree. But it had one thing that previous apartment bathroom, with all of it's shimmering, shining showered glory didn't have.
She sank into the bathtub of her new house, recalling her excitement at signing the papers earlier that day. Her toes sank back into the glowing, bubbly water, tingling as warmth flooded back into them.
She was home.
One of God's greatest ideas to man
Salty, crunchy, tasty
Could eat a whole bag in one sitting
Rough on the tongue
But a satisfying snack
Too bad they can make you fat
There was nothing she could do.
Rain poured on her skin as she ran through the forest. She had to keep note of her feet, otherwise she was sure to trip over random branches and roots in her path.
She couldn't stop her hands from trembling. There must be something she could do. She had to get him out of that house before he didn't remember who she was any more.
But she was running out of time.
Standing on stage
Heart pounding
Feet nailed to floor
Too many eyes
Not enough oxygen
Bring mouthpiece to lips
I can do this, I think
as my fingers shake harder
All I have to do is
Quickly, flawlessly
Perform.
No pressure.
I'm in China, which makes this word perfect to pop up. One of my goals is to see a Chinese panda during my time here. They're dirty, and stinky, and they roll in the dirt so much that their white fur is no longer white, but they're also adorable. They are quite smart, and do funny things, and don't know their own strength.
Seems like we have something in common.
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