A love poemIn the stairwell of my mind, I can see you, hear your gentle cadences I love you Je t'aimerais toujours, I tell youA love poem
CrazyIn the basement of my mind I saw the chaos, heard the buzzing murmurs I could lose my mind A voice, far away, calls out to meCrazy
StrugglesThe doctors told me I would be happy. That I could be normal. They lied. They told me I wouldn’t be so tired. That I wouldn’t cry so much all the time. How very wrong they were. The doctors told me I wouldn’t be so grouchy, so irritable. They told me I wouldn’t talk a mile a minute, and that I would make more sense when I spoke. There would be no sudden need to get up at two thirty in the morning and do forty sit ups. That I wouldn’t find the need to go for a run in the dead of night to clear my mind. “Staci, you’ll be happier once you try this,” my mother told me. How I hated heStruggles
RosesLucy was smelling the roses, again. Her mother warned her not to. Mrs. Charrette, their neighbour would come after her with clippers if she got caught. Or so her mother told her.Roses
Her mother often told her tall tales about the lonely old woman. She wasn’t a crazy cat lady, but an “evil witch”. Susan Mercer, Lucy’s mother had gotten into an argument with the old woman several years ago, about her out of control rose bushes, and they haven’t talked since.
Lucy loved to play under the rosebushes, and once a summer while she would carefully chop off one or two roses. Her grandmother
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Joy
I win so hard.
Hi, Lisa. :3
I see you've gotten your internets back. At least on one computer.
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