December 2008
5 posts
Death comes softly. Numbing. Feezing.
The ebb and flow ceasing.
The pain releasing.
But death is not pleasant, it’s charm only feeting.
Life takes courage. Bleeding.
Fight through the pain to find meaning.
To give in is cheating.
Sigh...
He’s fresh to death
He’ll be the death of me
He’s fresh
So fresh
—-but not clean
Her Eyes Betrayed Her Heart
She looked at him with eyes blank and empty, yet he thought he saw more. He asked if she was alright. She replied in the positive. And still he stared into those dark brown eyes like they were windows into an infinite world. No matter how hard she tried to conceal the storm below the surface, her eyes betrayed her heart, and he could always tell the difference…
“She’s a Jesus Freak, and I like boys…it would never work!”
– Ben
Before They Found a Corpse in My Park
So…for my lunch break I decided to skip the whole eating-lunch-thing and go to the park. It was lovely!
I ran around the baseball diamond. Tried to jump up and touch the bottom of the goal post (most unsuccessfully). I played in the leaves, found lots of interesting trash, and got dirt on my shoes. Then I swung on the swings and went down the slide. Sometimes you just need to play. I feel...