She Called Me A BookShe called me a book.She Called Me A Book
One she will never put down. One that has made her laugh, cry, smile, and frown. One she will keep reading until I, protagonist, drown.
Heart broken envy of I never was. Her dianic vocal emanation has been tattered to a dreadful buzz.
As sullen melodies fill the dimmed room, I breath and look out the window. I set her photograph out amidst the sea of stars, hoping it would be guided back to its owner. But she would merely say I am its owner. And how often does someone know and control all that is inside them. And all they are.
She called me a book. &nb
Burden of GenesisLoran Ball Creative Writing - 2 10/21/04Burden of Genesis
Burden of Genesis
I wish I was there, or you were here I wish I was the one you collapsed into every night I wish I was the only person who heard what you had to say I wish I was the only one who did not care
Your diligent promise rings in my head Your all I do not have You have made me sick My inner demons, my only company, you scared them away All that remains is the reverberating image of you
You keep saying “someday”, but I would not b
Too Good To Be TrueThis is the best news I have received in, more than likely, years. News grand enough to alleviate everything I have felt of late. These past few years have weighed heavily upon me. As I sunk through the dark, cool abyss that is time, I felt all the pressure from that before me push down on my very being, everyday becoming exponentially more difficult to even move. My lungs; my heart, cried out for air; for salvation. Many a time I thought of forfeiting, and giving into the sea of time. I wondered how bad sinking, until I imploded into myself, could possibly be. Not as bad as drifting under the pressure of time, I hypothesized. Drifting with nToo Good To Be True
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