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Monthly Archives: November 2011

I don’t like this darkness
I’m ready to fight out
I’m ready to move on
I’m ready to learn what my life’s about

I mustered up the courage to do what I had to do. It wasn’t totally illegal, but some serious assault charges could be pulled on me if the victim- my victim- found the need to. As I walked to the crime scene, I drank a 16 ounce cup of coffee, heaven knows I needed the energy. Once there, I saw the criminal. I jumped the person from behind, grabbed them from behind, and hitched them upon a nail in the door frame- a nail I had placed there for this purpose. I tore down the criminals hoodie, it was a man this time, and slapped him in the face. It was time to start my interrogation.

Age: 74
I can hear you
A whisper behind me
I can feel you
But you I can’t see

Age: 40
Married so long
And still in love
Where we belong
Till we’re together up above

Age: 22
Out we go
To party all night long
Singing the words that we know
To our favorite song

Age: 13
I can see you
Watching me from across the room
How shy are you?
I want to speak to you soon…

Age: 6
We used to play games
When we were little
Now we say names
Each other’s hair we pull

Age: 3
Best friends we are
Holding each other’s hands
We have matching scars
From falling from trees to land

Marrisa was watching the news when her live-in boyfriend came home. He didn’t even say hi, but that wasn’t new. He usually didn’t.
“Live from the news room: Breaking News! Jessica Marche was found dead tonight. She had 93 puncture wounds. The carnage is so graphic, we decided not to share it”.

“What jerk would do that?” she asked, rhetorically.

She didn’t see the recently cleaned knife he tucked into the top drawer of the desk in his office. She never did.