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a personal noteI'm afraid. I'm afraid to talk on the phone with your mom, because I don't want to be weak. I want to be strong for you. And I don't want to hurt anymore, but sometimes I feel like the hole you've left in my heart is a black one- like you used to teach me about- and that sometimes it envelopes me and I walk around like some unwelcome kind of smog poluting the city. I usually just patch it up with a few Band-Aids and wait for the blood to clot. I'm afraid to cry, because I don't want you to think that you left something unfinished. I want you to be happy in your new life, because I know that someday I'll meet you again, and we'll play checkers
dear james,When I rounded the sharp street corner, there were a thousand pairs of eyes glistening like moonlit raindrops against the night sky, with their gaze fixed on the distant streetlights and stars; the only eyes that I noticed belonged to you: your amber, honey eyes, blinking and winking at me, to tease me.
The most fragile times I faced were yours to walk me through, but you never did.
You never held my hand.
You never rested your hand on the small of my back without making me think that you didn't mean what you said.
You ripped up every pleasant memory of us (And only left the bad times to eat away at me, might I add.) and th
fire crackles.the wind breathes warmly
a mountain's respiration
inhale, then exhale
stirring up red leaves
autumn's footprints in the brush
crackles under feet
floating through the sky
fire hues illuminate
to my memory
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More