I believe that smiling is better than saying hello, for a smile is worth a thousand words.
Why would anyone want to live without being happy?
I never write every piece of her face that there is in a poem; I’ll forget her.
Personally, I cannot imagine anyone being angry at that old guy at the front door of Wal-mart who says, “Welcome to Wal-Mart, have a nice day.”
For the next few hours, everything was a blur.
As I walked tiredly up my stairs, I came extremely close to tripping up the stairs (yes, that is possible, I’ve done it before.)
For all of her infinite beauty, we are indebted to the world. We must do what we can to heal her wounds.
If you don’t think enough of me to send me flowers while I’m alive, don’t send them when I’m dead.
Since that experience, I have lived and loved every moment as if it were my last, and I definitely live my life through different lives.
She kept the socks on.
Your child will teach you that the penny that goes in the mouth, has to come out the other end (for health and safety reasons of course) and it will be your job to make sure it has passed safetly from “point A” to “point B.”
Long after your disappear from the earth, your name will still be recorded like fingerprints all over the places you have been.
Should I remain downstate with my home, family, friends, my life, and chance being sick most of the time, or should I leave everything and everyone to live a healthier life upstate?
My hood is up, but the sweatshirt is a dead giveaway.
The prospect of loneliness scares us shitless, so we hope that someone, just one person, will stay.
Selfish though it may sound, you have one life to live.
Hope takes us by the hand and leads us straight to disappointment.
I can hear everyone perfectly, and I can feel that I am sobbing uncontrollably, but my cries are silent.
We knew the house number, and saw my dad’s “SUV-turned-truck via a chainsaw” in front of the cracked trailer: a fairly old white one that was set pretty far away from the road.
I hate spiders.
I was never hit as a child, but my Dad’s bark was his bite.
I remember how I was a cheerleader and he was the quarter back, and whenever the team rushed onto the field, I would stand on my tippy toes looking in desperation for number 20. Every game, without fail, he would run by and blow me a kiss.
Fate is beautiful. Whether it allows for the best or the worst to happen, it certainly has an eloquent way of shaping our lives, whether we know it or not.
Writing helped me get through that tragedy and has also helped me get through any hardship (small or large) that I have come across.
“Do you think I’m pregnant?”
Every time I hear the song “The Twelve Pains of Christmas” I laugh a little harder, and relate a little more to the message the singers are conveying.
Thankfully, my logical side, the hungry side, always prevails after a few days and I begin to eat healthily again.
“Save the fish, save the world! Save the fish, save the world!”
I have made a terrible mistake, she thinks, as a tear shatters onto the floor.
Knowing what lies ahead, the door feels like a cement wall, and it seems to be screaming, “NO! Don’t do it!”
The closer love, us and rolling blankets/ pulled, enveloping over you, me
We got into another one of our classic arguments, but as usual, I lost.
She won’t be walking home, but she will find him.
When I was younger, I never felt like I fit in anywhere.
It was difficult for me not to crawl under the table to escape the nasty looks, or hit someone, or tell her how ignorant she was.
I was extremely depressed and just wanted to be understood.
Try nights crying over your first heartbreak, marriages that just end, and lovers that miss their opportunity.
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.
My eyes well up, my mascara races down my face, it all becomes clear.
What I didn’t realize was that this little innocent baby and I would form a bond that would forever change me.
We grew closer yet we grew apart. We grew up but we never felt so close to our childish sides.
The urban, minority, and poor rural students are the flame that burns inside me to get where I am going and become who I am going to be and the teacher I a framing myself to be.
It was possible for friends, overtime, to become family.
We have formed an inseparable bond that will forever keep us together.
How can someone live without truly being loved?
